Awkward Encounter
In the backyard, I stood in a pose,
staring at the sky blank from the stairs.
Indulged in my evening smokes.
The awkward moment when I had a glimpse,
when my eyes turned towards my poor neighbours.
can't afford curtains for their windows?
or waiting for applause from staring strangers?
they let themselves seen, the shameless sinners!
In guilt for their poverty, I started a charity,
collecting funds to buy some blinds for their fancy house.
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