if by chance you have broken my window and stolen my things
then may God bless you. while i curse you. and try not to.
if you're the one who begs me for money in parking lots at night.
may God have mercy on you. and teach me to.
it's too much to have you picking my pockets
while i sweep up broken glass.
i want to punch you between the eyes.
and let you use your lying money
to fix the damage i could do to your nose.
because i sweat. to sleep in a basement.
i have been loaned. to learn what i couldn't otherwise.
i eat one meal a day because i can't afford more.
we should use you to tar the roads and fill potholes.
i am going to sleep well tonight. and i pity you. i am sorry.
because i know things could be worse. but you don't even know better.
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