Can't spare
Alined buildings,
symmetrical but not
straight.
faces turned over the ceiling,
wet paint dripping from the walls.
a foul scent followed by
nods of disapproval
an involunteer hand print,
stained in the middle of the floor,
clapping of shoes fill the air,
unbearable noise, yet
you hear it anyways.
Brand new cars staying
in the same spot they did last time,
never used,
just for show,
such a shame,
stacks of money wasted
on old glasses that broke easily.
you pass by a young man,
his hands held out, eyes begging for help
you stop, reach into your pocket and pull out
a sign that says
I don't care.
you pass by a young woman,
hands out, eyes asking
but you don't even aknowledge her.
you go home everynight to
sit on your gucci watch,
you bought only because of how much money
you have.
Yet,
You can't spare a cent to a person who really needs it.
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