Steven Harris


The Scumbag Place. - Poem by Steven Harris

I love the scumbag place
but there disapearing
that place where the drunk finds time to think
that place where poeple go to forget
that place where poeple go to be forgotten
everyone has a story to tell
but there vanishing everyday
where will these poeple go now
who will listen to their tales
these places are being eaten up by the chains
they need to be stopped
we need to save the place for the lost souls
save the place where tales are told
these places are for poeple who are wise
they keep the earth turning
but there going now
taken over for the lucky to occupy
i love the scumbag place
the only place to find truth
and in typical fashion
its being destroyed
taken over to be replaced with a label
no labels occupy the place of the drunk
just truth
tales of journey's, loves lost and battles fought
to now vanish into history
and to become a legend
a tale itself
the scumbag place is now a legend.

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  • Silver Star - 3,910 Points Dave Walker (3/31/2013 5:34:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem, I agree with you, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013



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