Cruelty burns like acid
Eating away good
With the gnawing appetite
Of the sated coward
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Cruelty Burns Like Acid
A Game of Chicken
A prejudice
A policy
A resource
A religion
A moral
A meanness
An oath
An order
Different on one side
The same on both
A game of chicken won in blood
Memorialized in bones
“No”
I have no home to shower in,
No laundry for my clothes,
No money to replace these rags,
No place to rest my bones.
But the library has computers
They let me use for free.
I work hard. I have experience.
Will you still hire me?
I cannot stand for very long –
The pain will make me fall.
If I lift almost anything,
For days, I can do nothing at all.
I could not afford a college degree.
My insurance is incredibly high.
Will you give me a job based on what I can do,
Or do you think I should give up and die?
A Fool’s Ambition
A fool’s ambition
Gleams bright in the eye
But glows red with danger
To those on the outside.
Manufactured Drama
Are they right?
Do we want only drama?
Is it our pride, our joy?
Is there no place for wit,
For skilled stories
Or even simple kindness?
Is cruelty and voyeurism
Our only want or care?
Gratitude
Can it be taught or only felt?
Lectures surely backfire,
But kindness may strike true.
Consideration (true, not tried)
May inspire it, too.
Frozen, Trembling, Trapped
Caught in the current:
Held frozen, trembling, trapped
Between life and death
Would That I Could Dream
Would that I could dream
And make those dreams come true.
If trying be not good enough,
Then, I’m afraid I’m screwed.
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