poor man anthem
fruitless oranges
fill the near nighttime ceiling
and pinks that lie in panther’s skin.
a darkness fills the void around you
while you drink,
beneath the vision of stark storks
protruding from ground bought for dirt cheap.
Bark and brick is a turbulent tango
or a dance to dance the delightful evenings away.
Astray in a sky of purple
and poor man’s people.
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