Vulgar

Vulgar 


Me, teacher of the hours of misery, 
unemployed vagabond standing
in front of the carports
of the future, hero & pedestrian 
of instants and surprises.

I await prayers 
of chance & feelings
of thirst, needles in my back
Today, I pretend to choose 
my granted life.

I’m full of vulgar feelings
when I look at hentai, pornography.
I live in a time without shine 
where original art 
is placed in candy wrappers 
& cigar boxes. 

My race has nothing to do 
with being vulgar. 
In this, all races equal me.