I started the day
Like a stale cigarette stub
And rinsed my mouth
With flat beer froth
My old worn out shoes
Pinched my horned toes
The bruising day promised
Nothing to be missed
My miserable life lingered
In the jail cell of my black skin

My pockets sighed poverty
There's mutiny in my stomach
Images danced to this dirge
Sung at the periphery of life
Where despair hung like a fat bat
Waiting for dusk to descend
There's riot in my head
Thoughts of impending peril
Worm and entangle in tango
As fecundity dogs my very self

I looked out of the curtained window
Of my miserable life
And wondered where it will all end
For the die was already cast
On my birthday long, long ago
And the sunset of my life beacons
As the last rays of hope fade.