Other People

You can grow up mean in little houses
without a single book, save the Bible
slaughtering pigs, kicking chickens
drowning kittens without a second thought.

Rusty coal stove in the living room
Poppa smelling of gasoline and oil
Momma strange and unpredictable
a quit school boy from cracker high.

Grow’d up broad shouldered
unread, uneducated
working a plastic injector machine
at a Rubber Maid factory.

Mutt faced sons and daughters of the Republic
in the dismal corners of our great land,
that American dream long forgotten
along with youthful hopes and dreams

“Fifteen hundred a monthHonor and Glory!
free room and board!”  look pretty damn good
compared to humpin big roll sod
across an ever expanding landscape of McMansions.

So yes! Volunteer! Defend us against the other
as once you played cowboys and Indians;
slopes and gooks, browns and blacks
now ragheads and camel jockeys.

Plastic toy armies, tortured with flame and steel
doing dark deeds in far away places, out of sight
in dusty back streets
on the farthest edges of Empire.


Inspired by Joe Bageant and Pete in Beetley




About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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6 Responses to Other People

  1. Lara/Trace says:

    Wow Frank, great poetry!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. beetleypete says:

    That piece by Joe Bageant has haunted me since the day I read it. That’s what I call writing.
    You have worked it into your poem with great heart and skill, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Prole Center says:

    Reblogged this on Proletarian Center for Research, Education and Culture and commented:
    Great proletarian poetry in the spirit of Vladimir Mayakovsky!

    Liked by 1 person

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