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. . .the watchdogs of the world are hounding me; trying to make me pay for my sins.  They want to see me suffer and be punished.  I walk along the pulsating city street looking for a place to eat.  I am hungry and my hunger must be fulfilled.  I seek food and buy a hot dog from a street vendor.  It is soggy but I eat it anyway.  I need the energy to survive.  This will fuel me for a couple hours.  It will give me the strength to keep going under these circumstances.  I chomp it down.  I have to wipe mustard off my lip.  I have no napkin.  I just use my fingers.  It will hurt nothing.  I do it without shame or remorse. . .

In judgment they watch

ignoring judgmental eyes

I eat greedily

sustaining my soul again

surviving another day