Trash - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Trash

So afraid of the churning
Rabble of miscreant panhandlers
Maliciously trying to get
Their grubby hands
On his wealth,
He went to great pains
Minimizing and demonizing,
A self-appointed,
Scepter-shaking saint,
Piously declaring
Them trash.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer