Handout
I used to put my money
where my mouth is
but once it all
eventually ran its course
I found myself
back in the soup line
Back when it was raining
I’d offer an umbrella
but those times have long
since vanished
and now I find myself
soaked from head to toe
Never once did I believe
I’d ever live in the future
but here I am again
a man without a country
image in dirty windowpane
barely recognizable
april two thousand twenty-five
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