Force my eyes to strangely watch this world
coarse with lies, tangles, and swirls

Wrapped up in the greed for money
Adapting more than you need aint’ funny

Runny noses sniveling on the street
Sunny, hot cement, and no shoes on their feet

Treat yourself, but treat those souls
Seat your wealth toward better goals

Ghouls is what you think they are
just because they have no car

They were dealt a worse hand than you
Pray they collect a purse or two.

They aren’t treated the best
more like pest
and they’re defeated from rest
next time put yourself to the test

and help a little
toward the brittle.

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