Saturday, May 11, 2013

I Am Filthy Poor

dropped but not picked up
ground in and never mopped
broken down and left unrepaired
foul smelling but long-accepted
gotten dirty with no thought of cleaning
carelessly discarded from a tired bus
washed down again with dirty water
smeared once more by septic rags
rubbed too often with fouled fingers
cleansed only by their grimy sweat
sandal feet deep-caked with dirt
poison trash burning 24x7
discarded mountains of drinking plastic
runoff tainted by human wastes
fed off plastics dropped in place
got a cellphone and dirty underwear
living large robbing tourists
totally used to things decaying
accustomed to wet toilet floors
waving flies off cold street food
ignoring things that climb the wall
made poorer still by accepting filth

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