The Ode To Muddy Boots

Kid people are breaking their backs for those dollar bills you're breathing up your nose.Awake unaware I stare out the glassy window screen.Where have you been? (Where have you bean?) He quips.His shoes unclean boots to bear the brunt of a days hard work.So I stare him up and down like a jerk.What are you doing at my door? I find my insecurity lying on the floor.Befuddled- begging to ask about your falling mask of sobriety.Why do I? Oh why do I support your special type of negligence? It's been six months since we last spoke... The ode to muddy boots-Hey man here's a buck if you're down on your luck.I'm curious does he think I don't know? I can't see?A dusty nose- rail thin- skin and bones.Boy when's the last time you had a decent meal?I pull you in- for a second let's get real.Have you seen yourself lately? Tell me what's the deal?Seems to always be- some girl broke your heart.He takes a bite of broccoli and begins to sing his sad love song once again.Empty plate filled again starving for a future he will never see without the ability to keep his nose clean.