Morning malaise, wild thoughts wake me


before I welcome the sun, /

money on my mind, doctor fees /

cost of raising a child just born /

It’s not my kid, but shouldn’t we /

manage to care for every one, /

and feed each child as if it were /

our own swaddled and beloved heir?


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