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::: 5: The Hungry Ones :::

The hungry ones sit with the CEO’s and the board at the gala.
The police, the lawyers and the departments of justice are also at this event.
They are all solid.

We celebrate our numbers.
We celebrate together during this war
This natural disaster
This administration.

Microphones, cameras, lights and more cameras
Record, amplify, intensify
Render the true Lenny Bruce of the occasion.
No one cries.
No one falls.

No hysterics or histrionics when a president is found dog-f*ck-drunk
In a basement with three naked frat boys.
He wanted to jump from his office window
Or his boat
But he could not wake up in time.

Whatever.
Let him vomit and sleep and vomit
Like the homeless in New York.
Don’t cry you drunk
You cokehead lawyer.
Bend your mind as your body.
Eat yourself like the rest.

Written by: ~ J.D. Szalla

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