The sick

Life is excruciating,
watching sickness,
pile upon sickness,
bags of spoons and needles,
glass pipes broken in the dirt,
glass bottles with legal death,
starving crack children,
our children,
running through us like diarrhea,
falling through the cracks,
like the mentally ill fall through the system,
and walk around the streets,
to be personified,
on national television,
as the living dead,
to be avoided at all costs,
this sickness called America.
Land of the depraved,
Land of selfish,
Land of the Angels,
Who fight a losing battle,
against fear,
and all the other four letter words,
Like mother,
In a bag.
These are the sick,
and soon,
There will be only them.


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