I have no intention, of
nurturing ambition for the
skills required, to cultivate genuine ignorance.
The vain arrogance, in that stance,
is not one I could or would,
or that anyone should
subscribe to.
To be so unaware of the pain that
spills into the side streets and
the alleyways,
and onto the bar counters,
and onto the white gloved hands of the
dealers in the timeless chiming casinos,
is, in my opinion,
Those who judge filth from behind a
glass door, being careful to leave a fingerprint,
so that your soul will be reminded
so hard
to look up.
Damnation for the poor,
A slap on the wrist, for those that have paid for their sins.

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