Your faithless scribe has been wallowing in hard-won equanimity. Time to find some discomfort. Reactionaries rebuild so the righteous must reblog. Fresh content soon …


We’ve all seen the man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks the man for what he can spare, with shame in his eyes
“Get a job you fucking slob,” is all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it’s like …


Bear with me for a few minutes and imagine this scenario:

It’s been a dog of a workday but you’re finally home.  You pour yourself a drink, flop into the La-Z-Boy, and crack the spine on that book you’ve been meaning to read.  It’s an autobiographical novel by an award winning writer chronicling his nightmare of a childhood,  his days of street poverty and…

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About Drakakis

Street Poet scribbling to your tired, your poor, your huddled masses; the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, the homeless, tempest-tost ...
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  1. Bonny says:

    Looking forward to your return to blogging Drakakis… Hope life has been treating you well… Bonny

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