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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Forgotten In Poverty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the smell of rotten tuna cans<br>and the wailings of children returned like empty soda bottles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">towards the passed-out father of apathy<br>sleeping off his inner scandals, <br>underneath the cars of faltering capitalist dreams<br>with their intoxicating fumes of human road kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wish they would not look at me <br>with their hollow baby-doll eyes; <br>they sting like vinegar injections.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the smell of burnt plastic <br>and the stock sounds of body fluids burping to themselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">someone's older brother had his fingers mutilated, <br>tortured by the ripe age of thirteen; <br>he drowned in his blood as he saw <br>the faceless men who would not wait on hold, <br>(any longer to however much he knew) <br>no one's younger brother pleas for some kind of patriarchal discipline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wish they could just tell me<br>what grills their love-hungry tongues; <br>they sound like screeching nails at the bottom of wells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the smell of popped tires<br>and the hymns of diseased dogs in labor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">towards the tweaked-out mother of whoredom<br>screaming at her broken portable radios<br>with their centuries-old announcers<br>yapping about the pointy-nosed white man laying on his gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wish they were born<br>somewhere far away from their coffin homes, <br>they will never know better; <br>their only blessing within this curse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chris+Jelens">Chris Jelens</a><div class=q>
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towards the passed-out father of apathy
sleeping off his inner scandals, 
underneath the cars of faltering capitalist dreams
with their intoxicating fume..."></div>
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