HALT
hungry homeless vagabond
don't stand so close
you smell
my cell
pressed against my ear
in tones of
nine-one-one
emergency
emergency
that man broke into my dumpster
and stole my half eaten
rib eye steak
he is a fiend
who deemed
himself worthy of
my leftovers
arrest him
before he hurts my eyes
he is not
tax deductible
you see and
he's free
loading on my trash.
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Written May 6th, 2006
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There but for the grace of God, go I............
It could happen to any of us tomarrow.
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Lol, I kind of wonder why anyone would want mine any more than they would want to steal my identity with my credit rating. But, I checked the donate box anyway. Lol, much like the stuff in the dumpster, what do I care if someone gets them. Not like I will still be using them or anything
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I LOVED this! lol Such a great point you make here. That's me in this poem. I'm a greedy bastard. Just like, when I die, I refuse to donate my organs. They're MINE damnit, MINE! Plus, with all the smoking, probably not worthy much anyway. LOL
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Thanks grannyeri, hopefully the absurdity of this type of thinking rings clear as well . Unfortunately, it is an episode I have seen the likes of far too often in our so called civilized world. Here's hoping that I always remember when it counts.
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Wow - two sides to every story aren't there - we certainly get the one side coming out good and strong in these lines - just about make on laugh, but not quite...good flow and easy to read and understand. Liked the brevity of the lines.
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