Middle Class

Simple men crash land beside the white

Crisscross of control.

Buying tickets of excuse with their blue eyes.

They will be the strangers among us,

And so the dream begins.

But mark my words,

They will die hard, not so easy as child’s play.

By: K. Mulroney

— Rottiestyl, Jun 12, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: USA - Illinois, USA

Favorite Poets: Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allen Poe

Critiques

infinite_dwarf

16 years 12 months ago

Rottie

I would tend to agree. There's definitely a shifting of a majority. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd

lyz

16 years 9 months ago

Hi

Great intense use of words. Enjoyed. Thanks. Lyz.