Normal PeopleA Poem by Earl SchumackerA slice of life with PB&J spread between two pieces of breadNormal People
Normal people come in packs of six Some come from boxes in suburbs PB&J are code for find more bread Served with milk at lunch, let us pray
Middle class people shower the rich Maybe more gifts will do the trick Transforming matter into power Normal people want mobility Throw them a biscuit if you please
Subways are for the pedestrian To call them trains would be trite Mundane remains the same Somewhere down the line A six pack is waiting Happy Hour has got your back © 2021 Earl Schumacker |
StatsAuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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