And so I stop just around the corner
from the terraced houses, where the evening
ends and the rains start to fall. It is my lot
it seems, to walk these dreary roads,
carefully designed with the interests of the
establishment in mind. No university education,
no safety net. Just some crumbs left littered
across the floor, the outcome black and white.
Fuck their ‘know it all’, their ‘let’s show you how
to live’, while the wretched on the streets spray
paint their poems on the wall. I’ve had my knocks
and heartaches, you know it don’t you? You’ve
heard it all before. But I’ll make my own mess
thanks, keep your judgement at the door.
I know what I’m doing, where I’m headed for.
by Louise
Wings Over Waters 
hi– right there with you. join me in my new meme at http://fridaypoetryfest.blogspot.com — xj
I see, applaud, understand and forgive me; Smile a little. Great write!
Thank you Michael ~ I forgive you, lol…the rant is over now! 🙂
superb penning Louise! and i love the mention of
“Just some crumbs left littered
across the floor, the outcome black and white.”
Thank you Liliana ~ lovely to see you both! 🙂
A rant ~ but a beautifully polished one, Louise ~ a wonderfully poetic outpouring. Love ‘where the evening ends and the rains start to fall’ 🙂
Thank you Peter…I love that line too! 🙂
Loved it mate. Splendid as ever