all the doors

are being shut in my face

as if i was an alien

or a member of some hated race

all the doors are shut

except God´s grace

this is just some

street corner poetry

a ludicrous lamentation from me

i like to think

it´s got street credibility

since all the doors

are being shut on me

for this is the intolerant society

psychological disturbances

turned me into this awful mess

eventhough i´m blessed

i´m still oppressed

one of the guys

who didn´t pass the test

´cause i refused to say

that dad knows best

LARZ GUSTAFSSON

October 5, 2008