Poem

The wise will rise
And the poor will rule

Gold, green, or white
Cash, flash, or just blood

How nice people were, remember?
Now we are all asleep walking forever

Cancer minds and imaginary friends
Hungry and lost against greedy and drunk

I am here, waiting, is there anyone there?
I’ve been here, counting, are you still there?

– Hedonist Poet

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