Ghetto Apostle

by B.Optimistic

Way out over the hills under the gutter
ducking bullets and dope fiend assassins
swayed life’s last apostle
playing a game of Russian roulette
with the neighborhood houchies
after making his daily deposit at Jack’s for a quart

Some sort out life’s problems with a melody
or evening sunset
while others run rampant with rage
through 40’s and blunts.

Yet still the world revolves and nothing stops
although it appears time halts
when the same thing’s done everyday.
Searching for something
anything that can bring a cause or a purpose for being
Even if it means nothing at all..........

Ghetto Apostle by B.Optimistic

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