Pity
Spitting out cash
at the ATM
courtesy of the State
of New York
(How do people live off welfare?)
while my lower back is throbbing
in pain, strained
but I can't complain
otherwise working
honestly
while watching others
wearing too much make up
Clara Bell clown faces
and Botox lips
with penciled in lip liner
that plainly looks ridiculous
but I'm paid for acts of kindness
not spoken truths
or reality checks-
Pity.
mathiasthom
written 10/20/11
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