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come, come get your daily dose: only twenty sweet, sweet dollars and a lifetime of guilt, no more, no less we buy it from your shops, they promise us more than they have to offer, but we don't ask for refunds- go back only to gobble, to pluck and to feast on the words they told us, too empty- empty? you? but you have so much, too much, drop after drop we spooned it down your throat to wake you in the freezing mornings: your nose is red, but only as is the homeless man’s blood on your doorstep- but if he wakes from the ashes into pain to offer it to you: pulling open his trench-coat jacket, shady side salesman/conman, remember to shove it away, how do you dare take from men that aren’t yours- you must help him, just today, just today, because maybe tomorrow you can stop stop, stop along the street corner, sidestep fallen bodies- there is the fallen yellow flyer, come join us, join the bleeding hearts club
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Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 6:11 AM UTC
bleeding hearts club
come, come get your daily dose: only twenty sweet, sweet dollars and a lifetime of guilt, no more, no less we buy it from your shops, they promise us more than they have to offer, but we don't ask for refunds- go back only to gobble, to pluck and to feast on the words they told us, too empty- empty? you? but you have so much, too much, drop after drop we spooned it down your throat to wake you in the freezing mornings: your nose is red, but only as is the homeless man’s blood on your doorstep- but if he wakes from the ashes into pain to offer it to you: pulling open his trench-coat jacket, shady side salesman/conman, remember to shove it away, how do you dare take from men that aren’t yours- you must help him, just today, just today, because maybe tomorrow you can stop stop, stop along the street corner, sidestep fallen bodies- there is the fallen yellow flyer, come join us, join the bleeding hearts club
im very proud of this! its about the phrase "bleeding heart liberal" used as an insult-- like yea sorry I care about people its about the internal conflict of how to reconcile ur privilege, like when there are people dying how do we laugh
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Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 6:11 AM UTC
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