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Doug Anderson: The Rich


And it came to pass

there was no place left

to pile the garbage, no place

to live, so the rich pushed all the others

into the outer darkness to die.

They had no one to sell to,

to squeeze for money, so they sat

before their pyres of burning tires

and fondled their rings, their gold teeth,

and gambled away the buttons on their shirts.

copyright 2015 Doug Anderson

One comment on “Doug Anderson: The Rich

  1. theshammuramat
    March 31, 2015

    Reblogged this on theshammuramat.


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