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poem
Downtown and down and out
Fostered out, relieved of clout
Street smarts may make amends
When out and about in dives and bars
Pilfered food from those who starve
In joints that shout cold fear and beer
Where dreams assassinate, walking dead
The all-out war is just too bleak
Where cattle graze and so too sheep
Where those in power fear its dread
And angels almost fear to tread
They shoot and loot like old Beirut
Go boot scootin, root for Putin
Haunt the town at half the price
But there are no halves so pick a side
Then travel light, lone on the drift
Take the winnings from the grift
Step out bold and make your plans
It takes an age to make that stand
Say here I am and yes I can
It’s high noon where it always matters
In the land of stolen desires
In a pool of blood and screams
So don’t reveal your wishes
And don’t reveal your dreams
The future may not be written
But it’s already been told
Bought by the highest bidder
Back when you were sold
