Go Away
Shall I dine on the poor
Because their abundance lowers prices?
Can I look at those eyeing my grocery bag
Filled with diet pills for my dog
And say circus elephants have a right to die
While we live too many
None of us stopping for another care,
Another cause too much for media.
Medea killed and became song.
Too many die alone each day
And still beef prices remain steady.
Diners Club accepts Master Race.
All othere wait by the road
That never ends to feed on themselves
Feeding becoming less fancy-frenzy
The further in you go.
The trouble that will never go away.
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