This poem is dedicated to 4 of the most sensitive poets on
this site, whom I consider my best 'unseen' friends, Gloria
Glostarg, Caitlin 'Californication', Amanda 'The Angel of
music' and Moon. Dear friends, please pray for these
wretched souls, like the one mentioned below who are forced
into crime because of poverty.
P.S; - "It's good to be back again"


WILL THERE BE SOMEONE TO CRY
ON THE DAY THAT I DIE?
OR WILL IT BE SPITTLE ON MY GRAVE
AND BLACK CLOUDS IN THE SKY?

I'VE NEVER BEEN LOVED
ALWAYS FELT UNWANTED
BY BAD DREAMS AND FEAR
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN HAUNTED

NO ONE TO SHARE WITH,
THE DARK THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD
NO SWEETHEART TO HOLD TIGHT
NO WARM COZY BED

I LIVE IN A DRAINPIPE
AND EAT RATS FOR LUNCH
MAYBE DOG MEAT FOR DINNER
AND FISH BONES FOR BRUNCH

IF YOU GIMME A BREAK
I MIGHT TURN OUT RIGHT
ELSE I MAY SLIT YOUR THROAT
ON A COLD MOONLIT NIGHT

CHUCK SHORTER