I am the Tambourine man
Wildly dancing in the street
For the change falling on the sidewalk
Through the hole in your pocket
I am the clown
With the flattened, depressed face paint
Preying off of the sympathy
Of the man in
Heaven’s dirty backalley
I am the hateful damned
Makin minute fractions of your minimum wage
And still fighting equal pay
And dem liberal’s ideas of
equality.
I am the American Soldier
Alone and lost in the dense forest
Rifle pointed with the barrel in my chest
And the bayonet penetrating my soul
I am the slot machine
Putting in quarters
Winning words, flowing from my bowels
But this poem isn’t it
I didn’t win the jackpot today
