Update

I have one major paper still in the works - to be presented Monday evening.

Post counts may surge in the coming weeks.


Frustration is swelling like summer's watermelon grows
As the street kids be feelin' like nobody knows
Their loneliness foe.
Fatherless, these orphans are fed fat familial woes,
Aging beyond years like their hand-me-down clothes.
Stuck in a community that suicides them in droves,
Telling them to sell sex for twenty a show,
Suffocating them with poison, empty wallets for blow,
These ostrich babes are pros
When it comes to death,
Babes when it comes to Life's breath.
What's next?