When belly goes Choir everyday
how does a man think free?
To chomp –
begs on another’s mercy
How will he wheel his will?
Auction
the soul goes out
run son!
ran some,
ransom!
tongue-tied
the master driller
bores a hole
deep
damn soul
soiled
he howls
hunger unto his neck
scampers at your call, beck
for the crumbles he’d peck
idealism runs low
in the gutter
flood washed it off its street
Reality opened
a book called Check
heart ripped ,hopes parched
freedom ferries –
a long walk
down
nameless street
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