In this town
The nights are for the kids
But the morning’s
They are for
The homeless
They walk down the empty streets
Picking up the secrets
Left behind
By the drunk and stoned kids
That flooded the bars
The night before
The houseless
Wander around
As the sun
Pokes her head out
There’s a man
Sitting outside of a Walgreens
Talking to a giant poster
That has a beautiful asian lady on it
The rays from the sun
Warm his skin up
He is
Still
A human
After all
Just like the kids
Just like the fathers
And the mayors
And the teachers
And the nurses
And the bankers
They are all simply
Human
But,
When the bankers
Spit on the houseless
And
The mayors
Play games with them
To win
Votes
Then I’m not sure
Who are the humans
And who are
The animals
These savages
With deep pockets
Love drawing lines
In the pavement
As they put themselves
On the side
Of the righteous
Something like animals watching animals at the zoo.
Yes, these blood-thirsty bankers
Have an image
To maintain
They cannot be seen
On the other side
Of their lines
And all while
Their kids
Get blackout drunk
And snort lines of coke
Off of the bathroom sink
One of their kids
Is still drunk and high
And he is
On his phone
As the man who was making friends with the poster
Pushes his cart
Across the street
They collide
One human with a shopping cart
And the other human
With his car
That his dad
Paid for
He drags the body of the man to the side of the street
And takes his tarp that he had in his shopping cart
And covers the homeless man
Hiding his secrets
From everyone else
He calls his dad
And tells him about what happened
His father
The banker
Tells him
Not to worry
He tells him
That no one is going to care
After all
He was just
Another lazy
Mentally ill
Man
Who was on the wrong side
Of the line.
-C.H.
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