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No place to go
No job to work art
No check to collect
No bed
No safe place
No family
No friend
No lover
No humanity!!!
Get a job! Find Jesus! Bum! Junkie! Loser! I used to have a name.  I don't recall it. It doesn't matter. I don't deserve one. When I lost my home They evicted my humanity. I am NOT American! I am NOT human! I am moving trash!  To be shifted around, sorted, and recycled. In your shelters, jails, churches, and hospitals until I am taken to a dump called Hart Island. Hey buddy, you can't sleep here. The park is closed. Move it a long! Bathroom is for customers only. You're change is no good here
go to the soup kitchen. Get off the train! You're under arrest. Whatever happend to that annoying bum who used to beg here? Don't know. Good riddance.
Dying is the easy part.