Peter Maurin

. for public domain and Peter Maurin You often had spare change to give to help someone or other live throughout the nights of gnawing hunger when you were young and they were younger. You sighed and sat down by their side and offered comfort Saints provide throughout the night until the dawning, on hopeless souls, doting, fawning, and now, not a thing to show for it, you'd nothing left that's worth a spit, your body limp beside a dumpster, a Hooker tricks while some John humps her.