I cannot read you without feeling my life betrays you. I set you aside with disdain for you make a big thing of existence when I know it is simply the dropping of a token into the slot and of riding downtown in the subway. How would you like to be pushed out by your camerados all getting off with you at your stop and rushing to have their coffee first before facing the boss? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ALBION by WILLIAM BLAKE OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME ASHWEDNESDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE POET TO HIS GARRET by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DIXIT, ET IN MENSAM by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS |