Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
Trotting the town til I get a sniff
of peanuts sizzling in those stands
About 8 million faces I see
Keep walking til I get greasy hands
So I crash at the hotel

Back there in my hotel
With beer bottles clutched in my hands
I glance out the window and see
Boy beaten up, not able to stand
Tears flow as he gives a sniff
Pug Rollins
Written by
Pug Rollins  Virginia
(Virginia)   
421
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems