Invisible Man

• Artist: death-angel218
• Description: I wrote this poem as a submission to the Spring Reading at my school, held by the Junior Creative Writers, I, being one of the C.W. Juniors. This will be our first show that we'll be running. This poem is about a homeless guy who's sick. He doesn't care that he's homeless, but the fact that he's being ignored because he's homeless is not right. * make sure you have a dictionary with you just in case you don't know what the words mean, though i think you can interpret what it's talking about.
• Date: 04/10/2010
• Tags: invisible

Invisible Man

Another day,
Here on the Bus stops bench,
Cadging for your loose change,
But you Downtown folks
Are so Excursive to my presence.

You Forge past the needy and
Gesture towards the
Heaped up bus where
Idealism lacks
Justification.

I hear Kibitzers
Laconic to me,
About my Misfortune,
Nagging on how I should make something of myself.

Obedience doesn’t really fit my
Profile all too well,
Never Quite did.

You can call me a Ragamuffin all you want,
But you’ll never Sabotage
My Tactics of being
An Urbanite.

I am the Vagrant bound to the Bus Stop’s bench,
Waving my
Xanthoma infested hands towards you,
Yearning for the day to
Zeal down the street.