on the least urgent days
where even Lot
would rather not
bother.
You know?
on the days where caring couldn’t
be cared any less than anyone can guess
the heartache stifles itself
as one disaster walks by after another
the ignorant child with its arrogant mother
the ones who reply with a spit to your face
as you struggle to show them the traps
in their space
when the hate and the hunger
the mocking and pain
are the only things left to expect and/or gain
when you turn to retreat back
through bone chilling rain
and return to your place full of hate once again
for the arrogant sniff and the ignorant snort
are the best ways that ” civilized men” now retort
one misfortune breeding another
the horror extinguishes itself
on the days where caring couldn’t hurt any more
than the many times it’s been done before
on the least urgent days
where even Lot
would rather not
bother.
You know?
photo by eugenesergeev
words by Ramsy
Ramsy's Joint 