Politeness stripped
Free and clean
A bark discarded as scraps of the homeless and forgotten by
the cold of indifferent wisdom
The youth not draped in gold or shiny brand names
Poised as unintelligible whipper snappers against the grain
Where I thrive
As the Abercrombie bitch boys walk along their sugar mammas
wrapped in white gold and silver picked by the working class
Men like me not good enough for her diamond pierced pussy
shining between her legs
A moth to a flame all
the others burnt by her temptation
As god claims all her sees in this land with his bible and Sundays
with boys in men’s suits and ties screaming their freedom as an American thing
This place lies in ruins by the corporations and money
vendors in polo and khaki shorts with children who beckon and call for wealth
with an illiterates understanding of monetary things
Ipads and supremacy they declare they worked as hard as a
homeless man does for cheese when he pleads for warmth on the sidewalk, which
he never receives
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