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Needs Met

What do you do when you only got
a quarter in your pocket. You lose
your job fired like a rocket. You
 got no place to go, in a the city of 
people who you don't know?

The public park is your best bet,
 Last night that's where you slept.
 People on their way to work
 look down on you like a piece 
of dirt.

With only a quarter in your pocket 
there's nothing you can buy to eat.
You are up and on your feet. 
You stand on the corner with the cup.
 Hoping someone drops in a few bucks. 

Time is passing, each minute lived 
in fear. Fear that no one will help or
no one will even care. By noon a couple 
of dollars come in, you feeling a
 little better again.

You go to the store for something
 to eat, but not enough for bread and
meat. Instead, you decide to commit a
 crime.  Because being hungry and 
homeless makes one lost their mind. 

Now you are getting food locked up. 
in jail your life is a living Hell.
This is a story not a tale. Healthcare,food 
and a bed to sleep. The very things you 
needed outside to get back on you feet.

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