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Coward
The Homeless Voice passed by today.
And I saw you
In your fucking BMW
Leading the solemn way
To ignoring everything this man might say.
Tinted windows.
Power locks.
Give you shelter
From unsheltered
Men with broken socks
And barely ends
To make a meal meet.
I wonder then
How much change does reside
Inside your cupholder of lies
And sweet receipts
Of all the things you buy
Into the precious week.
Don't be ashamed
Of those material things.
Nothing wrong
With self indulgence here and there
As long as you don't turn your stare
From those who're only begging
For some cereal things...
You fucking coward.
