Pimps, prostitutes and bums
all misfits
more or less
Born into a life
where a future may be
no better than selling
ones body to survive
Victims of parental abuse
and slaves to the
pressures of everyday living
A child with innocent eyes
watches her Mother earn their dinner
learning the only way to fill the hole
in her tummy is this way
The way her Mother does it
keeping a roof over their heads
and getting them through each day
The sufferers of drepression
drinking to kill the pain they feel
The only way they know to get through
another day
They swill it back
directly from the bottle
Once this proud person
had values and knew respect
now they have nothing
The values of human dignity
cast aside in favor of survival
knowing no other way than
the way they have been shown
The revolving door swings them
around and around
in a continuing circle
Finally one day the spinning stops
The remains of a would have been
could have been soul
Spinning away into oblivion
Just so much waste material
thrown out casually
at one of the side doors
of the world
Bronze trophy winner
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