Bad Folks

Bad Folks

A Poem by Charles Phifer

I listen to the radio and watch the television.

 I leave the door open and let the flies come in.

 I kick up the dirt but it goes in my eyes.

 I reason with people but most don’t want to hear it.

 I use the dishwasher and hand-wash my jeans.

 I yell at my brother and tell him to clean.

 I play a game and it tells me about the idiots of a bygone generation destroying the Earth.

 And I think

 those f*****g bygones.

© 2012 Charles Phifer


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Added on June 21, 2012
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Charles Phifer
Charles Phifer

brooklyn, NY