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The garbage bags line the street 
and really 
no one notices them except 
the dogs and cats tearing 
into the waste for food. 
It is only the garbagemen 
who have to worry. 
The rest of us have so 
effectively learned 
to hide our eyes. 

And though it rains all night long 
we know that the morning 
had better be full of sun. 
It is easier to play house 
when the day is bright and lonely. 
Rushing like people on fire 
to flee our children so 
that we can masquerade our pain 
by the various forms of employment 
we have surrendered to. 

Money is not just a drug, 
it is our sacred 'god' that 
we worship daily as we imagine 
that the growing dollar signs 
will somehow buy us the peace of mind 
we are lacking in our souls. 

Some of us are littered on the streets 
but in truth the rest of us 
do not notice them at all. 
And if we do it is only to throw 
a quarter at the refuse 
to appease our sense of morality. 
After all, these street people 
are just lazy. That is how we 
justify our inhumanity to them. 

It is more important to become a 
fashion plate and pay hundreds of 
dollars for a label than it is to ensure 
that our streets are clean and 
our fellow humans are washed 
and fed and given a sense 
of belonging. 

How easily we discard the poor! 
Let the dogs and cats of the world 
tear into them. We can watch them 
on our televisions and cluck our tongues 
thankful we are much better. Like 
garbage bags on the streets, we see 
but do not hear their words. 

Better that we champion the causes 
that so enlighten our hearts! 
Make sure that we vote in perfect 
harmony on the immorality that 
has become our way of being. 

Oh yes, murder the babies if they 
are inconvenient. And by all means 
allow the marriages to fall apart 
if these marriages do not bring 
us contentment. Bastardize the 
sacrament by pretending that two 
men can make a couple. Oh yes, that 
is evidence of our progress!