Times

/ mbrazfieldm

and he did love the world
so much so that he placed
the humblest flower picked
from state property upon
the LA Times dispenser
bowed his head and then
he wept.

in tattered hungry ratty
clothes and the most
of foulest health not thinking
of his swollen legs
he stood upon our
bitter words and
thus he wept.

in spite of all that
he could do, in spite
of all that had been done
to him, he triumphed over
all of the dark and ugly
where i still shamelessly
remain.

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