crunch crunch

crunch crunch

A Poem by ABG phase3
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sssssshhhhhh

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crunch crunch
sssssshhhhhh
crunch crunch

each day is argument against common sense
facts bath the guilty in ribbons of chosen ignorance 
that runs deep through marshmellowed spines

crunch crunch
sssssshhhhhh
crunch crunch

the old skool bums still shake their heads
nobody here never seen them good ole days
when there was no help there was no help there was no help

crunch crunch
sssssshhhhhh
crunch crunch

no moment alone always seen always watched 
watching every move hearing every word knowing every thought
i'm not interesting i'm not wealthy nor poor i am broke a*s poor

crunch crunch
sssssshhhhhh
crunch crunch

i can't find my mask no the other one the one granny sent
this one no? what do you want? tell me tell me please
you look good when you beg for my crumbs

crunch crunch
sssssshhhhhh
crunch crunch

how much longer? one asks until we can just go outside?
what? we're not on the right team? where's the bus?
the gray bus that takes me home each time i wander

crunch crunch
sssssshhhhhh
crunch crunch

i'm hungry my children are hungry we are wet we are alone
time to leave time to hide they come every night 
looking looking often finding their target their victim their prey

chrunch crunch
sssssshhhhhh
crunch crunch

what? two dollars for toilet paper? are you shitten me?
didn't we shake are heads in disbelief as russians stood in line for hours for one roll
and now no tests no masks no respirators no rooms no dignity the dead stacked like cord wood 

crunch crunch
i see ya i see ya
crunch crunch


© 2020 ABG phase3


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ABG phase3
ABG phase3

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