I sit on the hills, watch the Main Line glow
somewhere outside of Philly,
to ponder all that I’m not.
Like triple death-by-chocolate,
the people they’re too rich for me.
They have this and that’n
I got jack shit’n I’d
need statin to unclog
the wax in my wallet.
Presuppose that I am predisposed to disposable income?
Well, think again ’cause in fact I have none.
No, less than a nun,
certainly not to support my habits.
The Schuylkill River is noisy below.
From this vantage
it sounds like a good bet.
Someday I’ll buy a ticket to flow
one-way to its bottom.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 
Vivid and well versed. I love “like triple death-by-chocolate the people they’re too rich for me.” Excellent line.
Thank you, Evolpeac. —–Chagall
yeah that’s a really clever line, it stopped me and made me read it twice
Thank you , Jessica, for stopping by and commenting. A double-read for triple-death! 🙂 —–Chagall
it strikes me like an interesting rap verse. and not one by little wayne, good shit man, and i reciprocate your comment on my blog, i’ve been looking for more poets to follow, i’m sure i’ll continue to enjoy your work.
Thank you, tpnmb – you had me at “more bourbon.” I do write at times, with rap beat in my head, for those who might bring the same on the read. —–Chagall