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Urchins II
A total lockdown hasn’t happened yet
In southern Cali where, like other towns
Up and down the state, homeless youth
Forage & huddle to keep dry from the rain.
“Stay healthy, stay safe, and stay home.
So how do you think we’re doing, man?”
“Heh. I’d say we have a leaky roof.”
“Yeah, and we suck at social distancing.”
“Oh yeah? Uh I dunno, it’s only us here.”
“Bro’, you call this being six feet apart?”
“Hey man, keep your corner of the tarp up.”
“Naw, dude, let’s toss it over the dumpster.”
“Hell. what for?”
“We gotta sleep somewhere tonight. 7/11?”
“Naw bro’, they’re closed, can’t break a bill.”
“So?? Anyway, we ain’t got no money.”
“How we gonna eat then?”
“In the dumpster, man. There’s pickings.”
“Aaawww, Jesus, dude!”
“Hey, com’on, we’re the lucky ones.”
( Urchins )
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