No Home

No Home
One minute you have hearth and home,

The next, a cardboard box on skid row.

Won’t you take my voucher please?

No, too much paperwork, feverish rental greed.

No sweat off my back, throw out the poor and disabled like trash.

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Writer without a cause
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