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Everyone wears scarves on Fifth Avenue

Everyone wears scarves on Fifth Avenue,
but me, I'm undressed, walking past
stores and stores of things I can't afford,
I'm still better off than that guy,
I only have enough for the bus ticket
back to New Jersey, so I can't spare
a nickel for the homeless kid who
can't afford to eat and has to sleep
on the streets full of wealthy folks
looking down on his thin frame,
pinching those pennies in their pockets,
but he's asleep on those metal grids, getting
hot steam from the subway, and I feel
terrible but privileged that I have
a bed to call my own, even if it gives
me back problems, but fuck it!
here's a dollar kid, maybe you could
get yourself a cup of soup or something.

15 Feb 07

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