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Cut and Bleeding

walking through the lower end of town i meet a couple of guys who ask me for small change so I tell them some lie about being down on my luck somehow it all sounds true even though it’s a load of crap i carry on walking up through the back streets across cracked pavements covered with litter staring at angry faces who have been here forever i walk around the corner and sitting right in front of me is an old man who has fallen down he looks confused sitting in a puddle of urine wiping his head with a hand that’s cut and bleeding so i walk on by and ignore what I’ve seen after all who could believe that an old man could fall down and no one there would help him Penned by Scarecrow Joe

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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