desperation breeds contempt

1 Feb

they were counting the little people

the hungry people, the insane

even the President’s Chief of Staff

and the Mayor

they walked the streets of my strange city

tallying up the misery

old school, pencil and paper

couldn’t afford a calculator

one guy said “when I die, which may be soon

you can just chop me up good

stuff me in one of those fancy suitcases with wheels

and drop me off at Goodwill

As-Is

Dead and rotting, stinking up the whole city.”

Everybody reassured the man that help could be had

but he just grinned the most awful grin

and a few days later a suitcase is found

As-Is

parts of a life strewn among the garbage

and other random filth

desperation breeds contempt

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