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The Man Who Lost It All

The world had taken everything and left the man as broke. When anger rose up in his gut and this is what he spoke: I've given my life for everyone who only sought to take. And now that I have no more luck it's time that I forsake. He tore off all his clothes to say: "I'm naked in the street". While others stopped and stared at him. Their shock to be his treat. He stood there just as Adam did and waited for his sake. The people thinking he was mad and called the cops to take. He didn't have to wait for long. His plan was working well. The ride to come as quickly as this taxi was to Hell. They wrapped him in a blanket first and put him in the car. These chauffers posh to say the least were armed and trained to spar. The drive was one of comfort for his mercy being there. And the blanket now his clothing warmed his heart were he to care. When soon the ride had ended that they'd finally reached his home. A mansion having 13 floors. It's windows lined in chrome. The orderlies had come to greet him. These servants to prestige. Him wondering if they'd come to realize how they played into his seige. With escorts he'd travail the halls. Their pathways feeling spacious. Soon coming to the elevators; the doorman being gracious. They rose up to the Penthouse suite. It's atrium well lit. Where off they whisked him to a room with pajamas made to fit. When dressed they moved him to another. six doctors there attending. Assessing him for moving on to one nurse for an ending. The nurse to give him their decision injected him with health. All free for being there as their guest despite his lack of wealth. They offered him a bed to sleep with fresh sheets and some drapes. And told him he could get some food for just a little traipes. The cafeteria there to serve, he always got a meal. At night he even got a snack as justice got more real. Soon workers offered him their service and got him an apartment. The government sending him his cheque each month from their department. Right back to where he started off; he smiled at what they'd done. but felt the only difference being too high to just have won.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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