Dispersed by Matt Sradeja

Ain’t that the truth
I would say that
Damn near everything
That can be dispersed
Has been spread thin
As thin as the single ply toilet paper
At just about every rest stop
Between here and east Jesus
For Christ sake
And paper
Ain’t the half of it
Shit, shit is what we pass
Through the system
And call it money
We bleed money
We do
You can call it
Commerce or capitalism
Call it rainbow bright
If that is what gets you through the night
Dispersed is what you get
When the union and the company
Can’t get a decent contract together
And the pain is felt on the factory floor
I’d say the shit has been dispersed
Pretty damned well enough
When the chairman of the union committee
Packs up his tools in the night and walks away
There must be something dragging him away
From his union brothers
Lord knows what it could be

2 Responses to “Dispersed by Matt Sradeja”

  1. Arlin Buyert Says:

    Matt, excellent work with a very strong ending.

  2. I like the truth found in this poem. Also, the risks the poet took. You won’t find this kind of honesty in any academic journal. And we need more truth. Damn, I’m really missing Bukowski. Big time.

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