simple
teeth
smile between the mirror
brushing away the languished
exhausted brow of the vendor
on the side of bancroft selling hot dogs
the banks are gonna shut down
the prophecy of past will
be seen and the money changer's system
will collapse into a billfold of coins
that won't fill a soda machine
or buy a candy bar
god forbid the use of our hands
into the dirt to create what he has given us
to eat...this is the greatest sin of man
to pay for processed foods that
keep our lives in disarray
and hinder the natural growth of the earths most natural
resource
FOOD
this system that they built is worth nothing
means nothing and will return to nothing
mock the hobo's words
"gotta dollar fo a mickey?"
reach into the wallet and get him drunk
for tomorrow sobriety
will come in the form of a park bench
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