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[title] => Us Undeserving Poor
[time] => 2012-04-18 14:10:35
[hometext] => Just all the frustration and resentment that spills so freely from pen to paper.
[bodytext] => 'Us Undeserving Poor' The apathy the silence the stillness of early mornings in a world of peeling wallpaper and old women dawdling Morning stirs our floundering soul our bodies hunched awkwardly out in the cold awaiting some lumbering bus's arrival another day in the life of this tedious cycle eventually it meandres sluggishly into view full of spawled feet and tatty trainers tired old men and paint splattered labourers the stern inscrutable fussy old hags impatiently tutting and rummaging through bags Am I just one of the cold stares from the steamy window panes Questioning, intruding ultimately dissaproving Were all anchored in this town of lost content and the little we have got were inclined to accept because theres so little to strive for, so little to expect all those ruined faces that look so prematurely old the embarrassment and despair in the queue for the dole the paleness of your mothers face when those brown letters arrive and the paralysing sense of hopelessness that so cruely derives from scarcely earning enough money to survive look at all those loutish loitering snarling young men resented by society for waddling aimlessly through their years ridiculed by society for the wilderness between their ears slammed for the anti-social consequences of getting wrecked on drugs and beer that they take like a medicine to escape the emptiness the pain the fear of the deprivation and poverty thats been contaminating them for years because its deprivation its poverty thats reduced them to be these loutish loitering snarling young men and if ever the affluent bigots tell you anything to the contrary feel free to deliver a few socks to their jaw our circumstances havnt encouraged us to be rational so we'll behave how were expected to behave, 'us undeserving poor' the bus continues to take me to that place where i earn my pittance for survival its just another day in the life of this tedious cycle journeying past all the boarded up buildings the barbed wire fencing the shabby council flats the teenage menacing the anguished mothers and their babies crying the stolen bottles of ale and the haggered men fighting 'thank you much love, terry tibbs talk to me' [comments] => 4 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 25 [informant] => flavellm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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