A poem I wrote a while back and just dusted off. I think its not half bad. I hope you like it too.
All The Same
by J. Matthew Root
Until a red-faced man walked in
And laughed at my green skin
And spat right in my face
And called me a disgrace
So I beat him to a pulp and before I left him there for dead
I pulled him close and with his dying words he said…
“In your next life- be me.
And see if you do it differently.”
So I stepped in and pulled on his red skin
And looked out through his eyes
and did it same as him
Thinkin’ I’d done it different.
Until a blue-faced girl walked in
And laughed at my red skin
And spat right in my face
And called me a disgrace
So I beat her to a pulp and before I left her there for dead
I pulled her close and with her dying words she said…
“In your next life- be me.
And see if you do it differently.”
So I stepped in and pulled on her blue skin
And looked out through her eyes
and did the same again
Thinkin’ I’d done it different.
Until a green-faced man walked in
And laughed at my blue skin
And spat right in my face
And called me a disgrace
So I beat him to a pulp and before I left him there for dead
I pulled him close and with his dying words he said…
“In your next life- be me.
And see if you do it differently.”
So I stepped in and pulled on his green skin
And looked out through his eyes
and did it same as him
Thinkin’ I’d done it different.