the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Real World

Is this "The Real World?"
I see perfect hair and teeth and the right light for ambiance,
but real emotion I do see.
A cuss here, a cuss there.
Lives backed up like house sewer pipes,
Began to girgle and overflow saying "I hate this real world."
I peek on others’ lives to see what problem arise.
It really is like I don’t have enough myself
I whisper this afraid someone will laugh.
"If only I could be there," I say,
But could I really fix it- I mean them.
The problem- the person.


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