There Is Still Poor
There is still Poor
There is still Poor
Some people do not cell phone some people still do not car some people do not
live house near by and large but sleep them under train trestles and internet
bridges no wait eye meant of course the interstate there is places where the poor
can hide there is places where the faces seldom cry the mission beds and
showers all are full where would you go a camping under stars if you were poor
where would you hide the desert is a large and grainy thing the beaches are all
taken by the rich the ditch is inhabited by rabbits and one witch the mountain
goats have places the fox has his own den the skunk can find a hidey hole my
friend but where am eye to rest to sleep perchance to dream of things eye am
with the eye
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