I am Job
Who once was blessed
Pushing this shopping cart
Through the streets
Scavenging through your refuse
In the night
To eat
I am Job
Once master of lands
As far as the eye could see
Thick with flocks - like oceans - of sheep
Pushing it down these streets
Loaded with discarded ore
And tins
Selling them
To exist
I am Job
Who never suffered want
And reveled in soft plush cushions
And splendor,
And favored
By my Lord
And
Who now –
Tortured by the ashes
In a spent crack pipe –
Am tempted Him to blame
By the Great Deceiver
And to curse
His name
9 comments:
The
Homeless
My Lord
Not
Restless
At all
Not hopeless
or that mess
Not Aimless
At all
Just
Free. . .
"El Rrun Rrun is not so much a work of elegiac or satiric anticipation as it is an acknowledgment that it is already too late to turn back.”
There is no Lord, only Trump.
No sympathy here. Get a job, you bums. What a horrible image for the U.S.
GTFOH!!
Too good for this blog.
Wow! $9k per month in income to qualify as a couple in Mexico. That is more than $20k above the median income in the U.S. They have built a wall against immigration and it’s made of money.
Mental health illness is real
Yes, it is. We can all become afflicted with it as well. Health care is expensive. People also need to want to heal.
They should install a small plaque on the intersection of SM road and 14th that says.
"Welcome to Brownsville!"
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