Purge....a poem

Purge

The need to purge the urge
to let out a primal scream deemed
necessary for survival
of the species sees
seafoam spit
on the sidewalk stressed.
Dressed to kill in
stillettos still
waiting for the
pop to drop and stop
the senseless beating
of a different drum
that goes up
in smoke signals most of the time.
What a waste of prime property.
The liberty and the pursuit of happy nest.
Go west young man and scream dream beam your love
on x-ray eyes
that are blinded by the light
bright and clear
only to fear your tears away or
play the brain drain game and stump the snob.
Snip the significance down to size and
win the prize that
dies a slow death
with one last
breath.

Lucya W. K. Lebid @ 2009
12-14-09
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