
Pirate man,Is using hands,While digging cities' garbage cans.Sucking Blood,Rolling Mud,Eating - Breathing, The cities' sludge.There he sleeps,On cracked concreteWakes up wide-eyed, incomplete.With a shopping cart,He's modern art,Grudgingly fed from the bottom of our hearts.Worn out soulsIn both heart and shoes.But never stole,That he can't use...
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