well slouched, feeling empty.
There’s a bald guy calling out a name
He’s a junkie and they’re all the same.
Scabs line his head like a brown and black map
I wonder what happened? Of course. I’m a sap.
He’s just another victim of our need to get away
From the pain and confusion that comes with every day.
He gave in to needful things instead of living his life
And now our taxes and our time are spent on his self-made strife.
Why don’t we have the courage to see things just as they are?
Do we fear the epiphanies that come with lighting up the dark?
Our own reflections make us flinch when we see through the fake masks.
That’s why we fear what put us here, that’s why we just won’t ask.
See in the end we’re all just days away from eating dirt.
So when we see our comrades curled up wailing, clearly hurt
We shove them all off to one side and label them as lower class
When we know deep in our gut that we’re talking out of our a$$.
I feel disgust as wafts of alcohol and methadone slide slowly by
But even more so cos I know that it could be you or I.
On the drug of snobbery that comes from being born privileged
Which puts them constantly on edge.
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