Dear, friend–
As of late, my thoughts
have lingered over
greed's never-ending war
on love.
All my life,
the petty and the mean
have lectured at me.
In so many words,
they've told me many times
those who struggle
are but criminals
and subhumans,
each of whom know nothing
of love.
But in my observations,
I've seen God's white aura
emanate from women and men
who stroll dangerously
along broken sidewalks.
These people were the only ones
to ever offer me
their cunts, their assistance,
and their motherfucking truths
without conditions.
There's a purity
among the starved, my friend.
Innocence. Honesty.
A fierce fortitude
of the soul.
While those with great means
must figure out new ways to murder
for more,
it was always the ones with little
who have blessed me
in the most dire moments
of life.
I believe
a man who knows struggle
is equipped with the tools to fight
whenever greed tries
to wrap its poisonous tentacles
around his throat.
In that fight,
the face of hope is revealed
and true love
is born.
Sincerely,
–Me