|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
That is just the way it Goes (Tom Banks was a Tenth of It)
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Tuesday, 4th December 2007 @ 06:08:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
|
Along the border of Meriden where the project line collides
Sat Tom Banks silent one night with his little girl asleep by his side,
Her hair was knotted and shrill, her dress was a hand me down
There was no heating inside of the house and there was no mother around
Abandoned by their nurture, the man and his hopes and joys
Kept keeping on with the days and dealt with the roars of the noise
That consumed them in the city of the richest State in the east
Like a pair of orphaned cubs lost from the attack of a savage beast
Their backyard was a front yard for another family
The nature they had was sidewalk and a plastic Christmas tree
And the roots of rubber never breathe or find the strength to grow
But as they say, that’s just the way, that’s just the way that it goes
Tom Banks went into a temp agency to plead for minimum wage
But his hands couldn’t lift heavy boxes and his face was catching up with his age
It was nothing they could do for him; it wasn’t their place to care
It was about filling deadlines and supplying the wealth to their shares
All along the city, Tom played a game with his time
The sun always seem to go down in convenient strikes of crime
It was almost like God was listening and sending out rotten advice
And that to Tom seemed likely, because for him Heaven never seemed that nice
So while his girl was at home cutting construction paper in shapes
He wandered over to a gun store and fell to his knees by its gates
Than proceeded to give up his last dollar in a pistol he held in the midnight glow
But as they say, that’s just the way, that’s the way that it goes
The next day met with the busy heat, Meriden was alive
Business men walked dirty streets thinking figures and plans to contrive
As poor men rode on children’s bikes doing wheelies up the hills
In perfect utopian arrogance of Americana’s ills
In a random pizza corner shop, Tom Banks walked through the door
His trigger was set on the management; his heart was upon the floor
Time was freezing rapidly, several shots were fired, and they rang out
The place was crawling with cops before the customers knew what it was about
And Tom was down by the register with a bullet that landed below his eye
It was a bloody sad portrayal; it looked as if he’d cried
Five blocks down was his daughter, making a paper, picture rose
But as they say, that’s just the way, that’s the way that it goes
So a daughter has lost a father and a father has lost his soul
And a pizza shops lost it’s ratings and the planet has lost control
We seem to understand action before acting on what’s wrong
And we keep on loosing sight of the need because the want keeps wanting so strong
Trust on forgetting the absence of a truth staring you in the face
Walk the streets of your most rich nation and pretend it’s some other place
Where they could get away with a story as sad as Tom Bank’s
Instead of counting all your blessings and reveling in your thanks
If you ever felt that something was wrong with the way that this place is run
Keep your mouth muffled, your opinion’s only of one
And remember there’s misery, dramatic highs and dramatic lows
But that’s the way it’s always been, that’s just the way that it goes
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
... [
2007-12-04 18:08:45]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: That is just the way it Goes (Tom Banks was a Tenth of It)
(User Rating: 1 )
by TheGrimReapersHourglass on
Wednesday, 5th December 2007 @ 06:00:31 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
| This Poem was very thought out and descriptive sets a picture in mind-I Sweare I Dont Have A Gun I Dont Have A Gun-Hey Joe Were Are You Going With That Gun In Your Hand-Knock Knock Knockin On Heavens Door-Dont Tread On Me-My Labido A Mesquito-I Really Enjoyed Her Circumferance-It Sounds true thats all well-Its My Life I Do As I Want It,From The Grim Reaper,DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,Denver L. Jr. |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
