Friendly bums who share with each other
Somehow seem less threatening, like just
Out of uniform post-garbage men
Who need to work to get by just like
Everybody else. Then you see him sink
His teeth into a quarter of fruit that's
More maggots than apple and this
Happens to be a better meal than most.
Your overstuffed with cornbread gut
Starts to act as that part of your brain
That turns guilt into tangible pain and
Spreads it through your body in an instant current.
How hard could it be to walk twenty feet to
Get him a loaf that will only grow mold on the shelf?
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