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Poverty is the shadow we can't discern From the ash tree in harshest winter It begs a nickel and we give it a side turn And structure it with bells and tax dollars And stipulations whilst buying shiny Organic apples with fancy paper Sustenance is hard to come by, and shelter But ignorance is cheap and in great supply To be freely traded for scraps of humanity It is surely written to gift but those leftovers Grow moldy in the fridge instead of calming The stomach of one who doesn't mind Devouring your bite marks & saliva Better from your hand than a dumpster Crummy lots and crazy brains and foul teeth Indicate a need or two unmet but persisting Through change we can't bare to spare And there's no time to sit down for a chat Because you know you can't throw all The starfish or rescue every kitten either So I refuse the personal, and feel only A second of guilt, and then annoyance: I'll reflect now, and write him dignity but... Next time I'll remember my headphones.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Shameful Encounters
Poverty is the shadow we can't discern From the ash tree in harshest winter It begs a nickel and we give it a side turn And structure it with bells and tax dollars And stipulations whilst buying shiny Organic apples with fancy paper Sustenance is hard to come by, and shelter But ignorance is cheap and in great supply To be freely traded for scraps of humanity It is surely written to gift but those leftovers Grow moldy in the fridge instead of calming The stomach of one who doesn't mind Devouring your bite marks & saliva Better from your hand than a dumpster Crummy lots and crazy brains and foul teeth Indicate a need or two unmet but persisting Through change we can't bare to spare And there's no time to sit down for a chat Because you know you can't throw all The starfish or rescue every kitten either So I refuse the personal, and feel only A second of guilt, and then annoyance: I'll reflect now, and write him dignity but... Next time I'll remember my headphones.
rj-days
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
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