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Your supernumeraries, shitty little men (and all are men)
From soulless suburbs, such as Naperville and College
Park, arrive in chartered limousines with knives. They'll
Be eviscerating agencies whose functions never meant
Too much to them. Assist the poor; who are those people?
Heal the sick; look after those such doughy, pale-skinned
Mall rats as your minions never have encountered?
Pointless. You want taxes down, at least, for your well-
Heeled supporters. If those largely unseen others
Suffer, that's too bad. Your supernumeraries will be
Paid, and you, and those you call your peers, so nicely
Situated, will go on. They'll thrive.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

Written on 2025-05-01 at 03:11




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