Barricades at the door....

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An insider PoetryJournalism report on Prop N 's premature and illegal implementation

by PNN's Shelter Correspondent

Thursday Morning TV news, finally daylight

I stretch my aching bones after a night in the homeless shelter

Ah, what’s this I hear? The Homeless in San Francisco

Getting served coffee while waiting for a bed

Who spreads these rumors

I began to question myself

Did not I spend the Night at the Shelter?

The one with the Barricades in the Lobby, Yes I most certainly did

First you have to be buzzed In!

Yeah people stopped jammering and banging on the door

Not because a solution has been found

But because no one was answering the door unless you had a ticket

You ring and ring the bell!

Where am I on this Computer

There are no beds, No such Luck

And I can’t get inside for comfort!

The Rumors they spread!

I guess I have to inhale my coffee

Along with the Cold, Night Air!

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