i wish it was quiet
& i could not hear
the
souls
of
gone
trees
calling
from the benches & fences
we
forced
them
to be
he said
shroom shards showing
in his bruxism smile
doorstep charity mugger
shakes my hand
when i tell her
all the charities
i given a bung to
online this week
out my paupers income
well done she says well done
and i tell her
i am just conforming
to my
low income
sick-note
white writer
home-in-the-day
liberal
compassionate
demographic
and
i would rather have ordered myself
a fat bag of ritalin instead
but
who
can
trust
these
websites
these
days ?
and anyway
who needs the anxiety and bruxism ?
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