"Your $50 Gift Would Mean a Lot"

A school you went to long ago and left
Because you graduated, or you simply hated it,
A place you passed when lost one time,
A home for wayward men or women, dogs
Or cats or marine creatures, has somebody
Call you in the evening when you want to eat
And drink, and try to overcome the feeling
That the human race is scum and should be
Extirpated. Each wants money for the school
Or wretches or unwanted creatures,
And they're certain you can help, but you've
Surrendered all your money to the loathsome
Bourgeoisie. You curse and hang up,
Wishing one of them would beg for you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-01 at 03:41

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