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Surviving the Recession, Day-To-Day

I awoke again 
In the same godawful place,
With wine bottles on the floor, 
and egg on my face
"Thank Christ" I said...
...I honestly had no idea 
Since the last time I'd eaten,
Where my next meal might be coming from 
This Holiday Season.

They were fools to outlaw smoking indoors,
Because now that I live uncomfortably 
In-between motel corridors:
I have all the working time in the Free World
To stand around outdoors 
And have my pick of the litter, 
As I literally pick through litter
- To pick myself the best pre-smoked cigarettes, 
And then I redistribute the rest at a modest profit...
...So I've turned into a capitalist;
Big deal!
Just line me up against the wall 
next fall!!!
What do I really care
either way??? 
- I'm half dead anyway...

From point A
To point B
And back again, 
Throughout the edge of the night:
The cops won't let me sleep
Someplace that's safe from 
The terrorizing nightlife
Of an indifferently frigid street life,
Where people like me are bait for the teenage:
"Keep on walking; Get a job" the cops say
- I wish the State would pay me 
To bully the police for a change.

Next time I'm waiting at the breadline,
I'm gonna conquest for the affections 
of a young butterbean:
If ya know what I mean?
...Not a fan of Kropotkin I can see...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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