IOUs instead of marrow,
Promises for blood,
A bellyful of gratitude,
For we cannot eat air.

Sorries a tired serenade,
Serenity a twittering nest of sparrows
Seeking shelter in a barely budding tree,
In this cold Massachusetts spring,
Flock freezing over
Because they
Have no insulation.

You are becoming,
More than an also-ran,
Less than a never-was,
Wastrel of welfare,
Lecherous loser,
Lofty dreams
And dirty clothes,
Fair faker,
Fabricating worth.


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