The Homeless Voice passed by today.

And I saw you

In your fucking BMW

Leading the solemn way

To ignoring everything this man might say.

Tinted windows.

Power locks.

Give you shelter

From unsheltered

Men with broken socks

And barely ends

To make a meal meet.

I wonder then

How much change does reside

Inside your cupholder of lies

And sweet receipts

Of all the things you buy

Into the precious week.

Don't be ashamed

Of those material things.

Nothing wrong

With self indulgence here and there

As long as you don't turn your stare

From those who're only begging

For some cereal things...

You fucking coward.

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