Ross Vassilev
holding on
i went for a stroll with
my crooked legs
and people started laughing--
you ever felt like shit?
ever felt like pissing on
people’s faces?
ever felt like you were a dirty
rag in the gutter?
ever stared at passing cars
under a filthy afternoon sky?
ever felt like the graffiti on
the wall was right?
ever felt like you were no
better off than the homeless
and the addicts?
ever felt like putting a rock
through a window
just for the hell of it?
ever worried the squad car’s
sirens were coming for you?
ever wished you owned an Uzi?
if the answer to all of the
above is yes,
then you must be a poet too.
©Copyright Ross Vassilev 2008
Ross Vassilev was born in Bulgaria in 1976 and now lives in Ohio.