No Vacgrancy
People are a selfish bunch
The only specie on earth to kill for fun
There's only one thing that truly separates us
Only one thing that makes us noticeable
It has no moral value, socially perhaps
Only one thing that really allows us to live
Yet most of us can in fact go on without it
Without we starve, wanting to eat and willing to kill to do so
People say it doesn't buy happiness, perhaps this is right
Maybe it can't buy it, yet not everybody has two nickels to rub together
It cannot buy it, but it can sell a human
Make them starve, hungering for relief
Begging for money, for freedom
While we stuff our faces, tossing eighty percent of the food we don't want out on the curb
Do not laugh when you see a vagrant in your trash
No, do not laugh, he may see it as a chance to break down your door, tie you to a chair
So he can eat your food, and set fire to your house
Just proof of how selfish we can truly be
And what anger and starvation can do
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