The Beggars Delight
a pretence of goodness
dimes on the dollar
blood on your collar
pieces of diminutive generosity
tramps love handouts
look for direction of the middle class
one day my colour won’t matter
breaking down the barriers
leisurely indifferent realists
NYC subways monogramed
a home but not without help
is education an institution
not from a hand out on the train
New York City is not Rome
the Socialist wonder in grandeur
that was New York
bore by socialist’s clichéd reactions
be real not an imitation of love
liberals cater to their self-destruction
know the established redistribution
a world survives without a coin filled hand
29/10/2017
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