S**t Grins And Baby Puke

We had a cart pusher

where I worked

every day

rain

sun

snow

sometimes worse

he pushed those 

dang carts

one right after the other

in a monotonous 

routine

every time I saw him

cleaning up baby s**t

or taking care of trash

and cleaning the restrooms

he had a great big f*****g grin

on his face

he knew real poetry

he was living it

Reviews

[. serah .]

... since you asked for it ... constructive criticism that is ... i understand the social comment part ... i comprehend your sensitivity as a poet ... and this verse is immensely well-written ... but it lost its balance ... in this line ... "he knew real poetry" ... agreed his life is tough and he's smiling his way through it ... but i felt that the respect you intended to give him did not get conveyed ... i remember this film ... a hollywood production where a street smart lawyer is called to help a rich guy who's run away after causing an accident ... and the rich guy says ... "i thought you were a miracle worker" ... to the lawyer ... and the lawyer responds with ... "i'm a janitor" ... those lines did so much justice to the words and the janitor ... and were so cutting edge and apt ... in your verse ... the guy was the only one who gave himself any sense of poetic justice ... but that didn't come through ... i could be off the mark though ... do skip this comment if i am ...

[paul]

great poem. made me smile

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. Poetry in cleaning up baby s**t and taking care of the trash. That is one job I have done in my life. Wasn't too much poetry in the job. I like the poem. Made me laugh.
Coyote