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walk on by head held high far away from this place from his face forming language you pretend to not understand. with outreached hands without a chance you don't give him the time of day you'd rather reserve to count the pennies kept safe in piggy banks that will never break nor ever get full. so you start filling another like you were collecting rain for a rainless day where buying relief might be the only thing better than tipping an extra five percent for smiling and filling water. a job but a job so that's better than a career where you're caught collecting bottle and cans from the bottom of trash cans. no respect and no rest the tireless bodies are not allowed to rest or else there will be nowhere for us to sit. looks of shame across nameless manes grown for the weather's better when you're not working to survive. against the wall you hunch you crawl your hopes they fall hosed down by people holding papers saying you can't sleep here so where do you go when no one shows you a quarter ounce of drugs you'd smoke it cause it's the only relief you'll have and who wants reality not you not me and we don't even have it as bad oh but we do too. tomorrow another one dies but no one cries no one cares as televisions blare and the mindless stare at a celebrity show staring princess diaz claiming words she reads off a script. we read her lips like they were wise but the lies of compassion meanwhile mansions filled with unimagine able are those who have so much to give so little but feel so good as if they were god's favorite bastard. i am no better but whether you are or are not there is truth in the things we do. we do little and they sense it in our strides as we walk on by no thanks sorry yes sorry but i don't care.
posted by fillshe @ 9:50 PM
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