Rollover and play Dead…or at least, Down and Out


Cannot sit and wonder why

Cannot stand by

Wondering why plight goes idly by

Fight, chronic, recluse, misuse, abuse

Neighbor to neighbor

House to door

I catch their eyes…

But always, always…more, more, more,

The more I claim to know

The less I understand

My streets over flow with suffering

So much so

Pride hasn’t anywhere to go

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