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WHERE ARE YOU

Inside a house there’s a family watching a pot boil.
Inside a beehive there’s a queen who thinks she’s a movie star.
Inside a cage there’s a parrot that wants more than a cracker.
Inside a grammar school there are kids who want out. Inside
a restaurant there are sinners eating all the wrong foods. Inside
a church there are atheists trying to understand wrong reasoning.
Outside there are stray dogs and street people. Outside there are
talking birds perched on phone lines. Outside there is a man
with his hands in his pockets hurting; there is rain in July;
take-out food; drop-outs. Outside there are drunks sleeping
in their own piss, they think they are sleeping it off. Outside
there are protestors stirring the kettle, while being filmed
by the news media, and vultures circling
because they espy something dead
or near dead.

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