MICHAEL MARROTTI - POEMS

Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he's not writing, he's volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. If you appreciate the man's work, please check out his blog:www.thoughtsofapoeticmind.blogspot.com for his latest poetry and short stories.

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                     Socialism Is Not A Dirty Word
 
Socialism is
a water
fountain
in the park
that comes
between
you and
dehydration
 
Socialism is
the street light
that illuminates
your path of
choice
depending
on what
you're after
 
Socialism is
the police who
sometime
protect your
wellbeing
And the firemen
who rescue you
from burning
down buildings
 
It's the remedy
to a crumbling
infrastructure
Food for the poor
A way to exist
for the disabled
And a benefit to
those who paid
into the system
 
It's a helping hand
Made for the people
It's not capitalism
It's a social service
Hence the name
Socialism
 
The media lies
and you're
susceptible
to the rhetoric
They've made
Socialism into
a dirty word
I've come
with soap
to scrub away
their propaganda
 
 
 
                         When Dealing With A Narcissist
 
 
I make sure
I'm equipped
with two ice
cold beers
 
It's going
to be awhile
Her self obsessed
monologue is
endless
 
I listen as she
rambles on
about everything
from what she
claims to be her
latest achievements
to family gossip
It all goes back
to her
 
After an hour
I attempt to
mention
The publication
of one of my
poems
 
It's dismissed
like a misbehaving
child in the
principles office
 
I casually finish
my cold beer
Raise my
insignificant
body to my feet
and say goodbye
to apathy (mom)
 
I know I'm an author
but this was supposed
to be a day of leisure
I didn't come here
to write your
autobiography


                                For The Sake Of Art
 
 
Nothing says new
like fresh staples
in the cranium
After a long night
of drinking and
running in to
Dormont's finest
 
Excitement is
unorganized
gang warfare
on the streets
of south side
Throwing bricks
at human beings
Then tossing
them in the
river
 
Any argument
worth having
with a crazy
girlfriend
should include
self mutilation
in discreet places
 
A trip to the
public library
isn't complete
without an all
out screaming
match against
a neb shit
librarian who
hasn't swallowed
her medication
 
Giving into
temptation for
the sake of art
and self gratification
can be rewarding
for me and also
my ever growing
vast audience
But it almost
cost me my life
Which means more
to me than any
bullshit poem in my
cliche catalogue
of literary
masturbation
 
I've done plenty
of raunchy
and morally
reprehensible
things in my
lifetime
 
Now it's your turn
to point that liberal
finger and judge me
like the perverted priest
you wish you were
decent enough to be
 
Yes, I'm guilty
as charged
I've done all
the wrong things
For all the
right reasons