Sweet Charity

A POEM BY: HUSAM (SAM) SALMAN

Can you buy me a burrito?

I have become a burden,

An imposition

A ward on the address of my friends and patron's pockets

Watch-fobs pulled out to avoid eye contact

And the desperate glare of

Mercy and pity,

Both of which are shrill.

I've fallen to my knees and prayed

I've already seen God - we chat daily

I've already seen myself out of body - (eww your ass!)

I've transformed myself coming through the other side

Of "that" crucible so many times they owe me a plack.

AND YET I STILL SUFFER!!

Though not my path

Hard are the eyes to turn blindly

At rewarded sloth and glutton's excess

Yet I find myself shallowly envying those fuckers,

Like the sad fool Perez H.

Hating that which he emulates most

What should I choose to hate

Or disregard so that I too

May be rewarded for nothing?

Wait...no...that's not my path...thankfully...but just the same...GROW UP!!