Friday, February 4, 2011

This Aint Important by Franklin Myers

This aint important

That guy in front of the bodega is
a homeless man.
He’s on something.
Talks to himself a lot.

The parking lot is empty
At that point in time.

This store is
two blocks from my house.
It sells Lotto, tobacco, and drugs.

I don’t shop here.
Why go there, when
I’ve got food in my house?
Why would I go to some
Bodega to buy some?

This aint important…
It’s got nothing to do with me.

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