Midnight. Alone in broken jagged thoughts
Wondering what passes for love these days.
Flitting, like smoke exhaled from poisoned lungs.
Do we all damage to be the hotshots?
Lights twinkle in false hope. A scream echoes.
Sirens sound off, soon there will be gunshots.
A cat howls. A dog barks. I sit and smoke.
Homeless bodies die, lying in their cots.
Ignoring them is not the latest craze.
Told to climb the ladder -- can't reach the rungs.
Me, a whore for mere food, nightly jackpots.
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