Usa
Passing on one
less side order;
less grease in the junkyard
of a stomach
One less hundred dollar shirt
One less ****** for the pretentious ego,
can maybe feed
our neighbors and blood
A stone throw away
stands children up to our knee's
Choking on their salivia
gnawing at only finger nails
Young eyes should be taken with
imagination.
But vanity cannot be slapped down;
we were chosen to live in the gold
and watch others drown in mud
The rich and proud
live in a fairy land
walking on a soft
carpet.
Sleeping on a cloud of pillows
Complaining that our food is too
rare.
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