i see you every single day
yet i'm still caught by surprise
so displaced is your pristine suit
all starched up and buttoned down
you're so stiff you don't bend
in this place of corners and circles
this downtrodden street
so tired even the pavement is worn out and gray
and dirty
littered with the discards
of humans and humanity
how many homeless hungry hopeless people
do you step over each day
as you make your way
to your corner
you whore yourself for your religion
among the dregs
your sanctimonious drivel
isn't fit to feed a mind
let alone a hungry mouth
or a starving broken soul
you wear your religion like a condom
so you can shove your rigid dogma
down my throat and up my ass
without fear of contracting anything
that may have come in contact
with my open mind

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