Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Friday, May 2, 2025
Why?
Homeless, or "un-housed",
Call them what you will,
Unknowing, unable to cope,
Now being culled by fentanyl,
As are the rust belt's dregs,
Coal miners' grandkids,
Popping pain killers
And hitting the skids...
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