Food Stamps
Saddened street of blue fear
Civil war black and white
Films with silence like Bergman
You stare at the bus in the rain
Hamper full of clothes
Dishes not done
Graffiti
Billboards on a Baltimore road
No more fast lanes
No more art
Your parents are dead
Now what?
You gonna cry
Scream
Be a ward of the state
Increase your antidepressants
You ever been to a nursing home?
Smell the pee
Hear people talking to themselves
Go to a vets hospital
Go to a burn unit
Your not getting any pity from me
Your not insane
Your not helpless
Go get some food stamps
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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