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my job is a useless service. i absorb the excess which finds its way to me in a broken economy. and if i continue to accept this charity then i am party to the crime. what the mouth of excess steals from the bowels of impoverishment will have nowhere to go. so i sit and wait and it spills onto me. i have money to eat. but i should have food instead.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
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my job is a useless service. i absorb the excess which finds its way to me in a broken economy. and if i continue to accept this charity then i am party to the crime. what the mouth of excess steals from the bowels of impoverishment will have nowhere to go. so i sit and wait and it spills onto me. i have money to eat. but i should have food instead.
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Bhutanese
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
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