The Homeless Man In The Mud

A Fancy Poem

Do you ever think about the murderers, The sociopaths, the poor, the slaves? Do you think about their broken teeth, Their uncut nails and their miserable feet walking this golden earth?

I was always intrigued by them, They have no morals and frightening courage. They would kiss you in the mud and spit you in the church. They would teach your children how not to be.

Look at them, learn from them, help them! Don’t just sit in your fancy shoes drinking champagne. Don’t blame them just ’cause you were stronger, Be humble and think of them as your parents that you never had.

Lower your ego and throw it in the mud Exactly where they sit with their feet, Let them step all over your ego… Take off your shirt and be naked in front of the truth

Your suit won’t speak for you, it will speak for the hypocrites.