The late night grind.
The mind lost sleep.
The heart beats deep.
The hustle don’t repeat.
The smell of a new day complete.
Trying to find money in a world not sweet.
Who’s next on the list.
Which story should you twist.
The betrayal of a kiss.
The lose of a friend.
We know how they turn out.
Outlaws cast hooks fishing.
Wishing they had cash.
Count the people you let down.
Down by any means,means.
Back stab folks locked in the cage.
Or half dead slaves.
Fishing and praying on the big pay. ©2012
Fishing for money
12 Tuesday Jun 2012
Posted in Poetry, Spoken Word
Thoughts Of Sand 