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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Laugh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I held the notice and tears like a dam   <br>As I tried to understand<br>Whether they were for real or if this was a scam<br>Made my way through the door<br>Then stepped into line<br>It’s now hour four<br>This waiting is beating my mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finally got to the window with half my day finished<br>I’m was getting robbed in public and no one’s a witness<br>Show the teller my notice and asked “What’s the deal? ”<br>She sends me a smile miles from real<br>Tells me “Your rates are higher to help off set<br>A higher cost of living and community projects”<br>“Well can I talk to someone about getting more cash? ”<br>She said “You trying to get rich? <br>Don’t make me laugh”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I left her and went to go see a counselor<br>His stern tie spoke like a stadium announcer<br>I explained my dilemma<br>He stayed as Frost as Emma<br>An attempt at connection was like a stalagmite<br>As he joked “I won’t charge you for the free advice” <br>I told him without more aid my money won’t last<br>He looked at me smiling and said “Don’t make me laugh”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You’re a hard working fellow<br>To show you I care, here's an extra box of jell-o”<br>I said “But the hunger’s made my immune system depressed”<br>“Gee, I’m sorry to hear that<br>Now who’s next? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I laid down on the federal building steps<br>Watching the people watch me and guess<br>If I was homeless or a crazed drug addict<br>A scourge on society born to afflict<br>Their fiber of existence unraveled<br>As first time felons hear cells slam like gavels</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stood up and heard the whispers walk by<br>“Oh he looks awful”<br>“Is he about to die? ”<br>Raised my coat collar to my ears to avoid the talk<br>Hands in my pocket searching for change<br>Not enough for the bus so I’d better walk<br>My eyes start shooting bullets <br>And my face is the range</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heart wrenching pain pounds my head down<br>But my tears were too tired to touch the ground<br>I’m a room and sadness is my adorer<br>A little girl and a woman walked past<br>The girl had a smile similar to a mourner<br>An old man searched for food in the trash<br>The girl threw her candy bar carelessly on the corner<br>“Is that man Oscar the Grouch? ”<br>The woman giggled and said “Don’t make me laugh”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I continued on my way through the city<br>Only my loneliness showed me any pity<br>I asked a store owner for a cup of coffee<br>I couldn’t pay now but I’d certainly pay her back<br>She examined me with a sense of being so lofty<br>“You’ll pay me back? ” she said<br>“Don’t make me laugh”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing in me, my body starts to ache<br>I scour the sidewalks for change like a rake<br>A policeman stops me says he’s Sergeant Jake<br>“You can’t be on your hands and knees in this place”<br>I said, “It’s the hunger” <br>“Sir, I don’t want to go nuts”<br>Reaches in his car and <br>Hands me a bag of donuts<br>I asked kindly for a return ride home<br>He said “I’ve helped you out <br>Now leave me alone”<br>That came out wrong citizen<br>How can I help you? <br>And do you pay tax? ”<br>“By law I don’t have to”<br>“Well then, don’t make me laugh”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sped off down the street<br>But at least I seemed to have more pep in my feet<br>The clouds still kept the sun from the day<br>But I felt better as I continued on my way<br>My tears had dried and my vision was cleared<br>Maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as I feared</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With breakfast in my hand I felt some hope<br>I wouldn’t crumble like cookies and bars of soap<br>My joy was so much I think I was humming<br>That’s why I didn’t hear the footsteps coming</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From behind me, he must’ve ran<br>It all happened in such a flash<br>Good thing I had a donut in my hand<br>He took off with the rest of bag<br>'Hahahahaha' <br>I just stood there and laughed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=P.R.+Prosper">P.R. Prosper</a><div class=q>
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As I tried to understand
Whether they were for real or if this was a scam
Made my way through the door
Then stepped into line
It’s now hour four
This waiting is beating my mind

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