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by Staff Writer
BORN INTO POVERTY.
3 OF 3 LIVING SONS.
WE WERE POOR
AND
I’M
GETTING OLD
STRANGE I NEVER FIT
" ANYWHERE"
I UNDERSTAND
IT’S NOT MY FAULT
I WAS NOT
DESIGNED " TO FIT" .
I PUT ON MY SILK ROBE
DRINK TEA BY THE CANDLE LIGHT
JOB TO JOB
PANTING
DISHWASHER
CAR-PORTER
CAR WASHER
BOOT LEG COOK
PIZZA MAKER
I LOSE TRACK
DO I HAVE MORE JOBS
OR MORE BIRTH DAYS .
STATS SAY THE STATE GOT POORER IN THE 90’S
I SAY , I GOT TIRED OF THE
EMPTY LIFE
OF THE
EMPTY JOBS
OF THE
EMPTY S.R.O.’S
ROACHES CROWING IN MY NAKED BODY
THERE’S A HOLE IN MY BUCKET
THEY GAVE ME THIS BUCKET
I’M JUST TRYING TO PUT MY DREAMS IN IT
SUICIDE RUN
I’M IN CALIFORNIA NOW
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