Tubercular John
Mar 21 2011 Filed in: Jims Poems
Tubercular John
Tubercular John
Lives in an alley
Just off Mean Street,
Where he smokes and coughs.
And spits all day long.
His lungs are full
Of bad blood
And bad air.
His spit lands everywhere,
And when his stare
Lands on you,
All he sees is his own anger,
Bouncing off the mirror
Of your eyes.
Tubercular John
Lives in an alley
Just off Mean Street,
Where he smokes and coughs.
And spits all day long.
His lungs are full
Of bad blood
And bad air.
His spit lands everywhere,
And when his stare
Lands on you,
All he sees is his own anger,
Bouncing off the mirror
Of your eyes.