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Mental Poverty
Empty socket pocket-tears upstairs are always pirate hiding someone else’s precious memories, down in their dark chest cellar Gutter dwellers got the intellectual eviction blues Same ol’ decisions be bringing different mental issues bad news No money, mo’ problems Mo’ money, it’s the other end of the same scurvy thing Pulled trigger solution: prison or suicide is a double barrel bang bang Lobotomy surgery ... cranial poverty disease contained Walking vegetables — Did they really ever care if they were boiled or baked, deep fried or froze? An attic full of nothing is zero stacked there now But double nothing was there before anyhow Mental poverty — have pity on the labor busy poor, and compassion on the lazy, idol rich This malady afflicts them more than common greed lust does most Alzheimer destiny, waves of brain dead on the shore ... blind blanks fate washed into a ditch Upstairs room glows dim, it’s near hospice time to send an obit post
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