I know you.
You eat the loaves,
and leave the crumbs,
you give them change,
then call them bums.
I know you.
You shook their hands
when first did meet,
but now they come,
you cross the street.
I know you.
You laughed,
and nodded your head,
at every epithet they said.
I know you.
In
deep
dark places,
your multitude
of grotesque faces.
You eat the loaves,
and leave the crumbs,
you give them change,
then call them bums.
I know you.
You shook their hands
when first did meet,
but now they come,
you cross the street.
I know you.
You laughed,
and nodded your head,
at every epithet they said.
I know you.
In
deep
dark places,
your multitude
of grotesque faces.
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