true one makes money to spend money
to make it again, like recycling it is an endless,
shameless part of being one midst the many, money generating machines
nine to five, life starts after meetings and reporting
and coffee chats with Clive who hates the job but likes the money
and Dan who hates the wife but loves the boss' red heels
hate, love and money are relative things- this said from tongues that taste
rice stewed in holy waters, forgetting that the farmer cannot taste his produce
this Friday I have seen shame packaged in colorful paper-bags
and presented under trees or stored away for further use
Shame, walks the street with bags full
but doesn't spare a penny or a look
for the ones who sleep in rags.
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