Smile... It won't kill ya : A Poem.

I wrote this a few years ago when I was a bottle bum... Those are the people you see pushing carts/wagons full of bottles they've collected from the garbage to take to the recycle depot in exchange for a small amount of money.

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Smile... It won't kill ya : A Poem.

As I push this cart down the street,

covered in grim, and sweat and gross sheet,

my smile beams wide and true,

I'm apparently having much more fun then you!

Frowning and staring straight ahead,

the finely dressed people mess with my head,

you got the nice cloths, the house and the spouse;

so where be that smile, to show it off to the world without?

Don't tell me your sad, or mad, even with all your grand establishment?

You got a car, a family, and more money then is necessary, and when a mofo with a cart and smile slogs on by, you stare straight ahead, unable to look your fellow man in the eye!

What is it then, that the poor around me,

are smiling quiet keenly, while still you are steaming;

inside the SUV you break your back to pay off,

going to the house that sucks the adventures dead before they take off,

to the wife that shrieks, a selfish bitch,

and the children that scream constantly, you shoulda taught them to fish.

Then in on the morrow you go back to the job,

that makes you wanna kill yourself every day that you show up.

So back to the push with my sunshine smile I go,

leaving you to a life that's cushy and plated in gold!

To deal with the bitch, and the brats, and bills;

so that I can leave my head in the clouds,

talking to whatever should find me a deal.