The realization of poverty….to have nothing….only your wits about you….having been in the muck…..nothing to see here….all tossed aside….done away with….distributed along roadsides….alleyways….parking-lot  dumpsters…..

And then what….a nagging to oneself….How did I get stuck? Where’s my quid….a buck….a dollar…maybe shekels….?

None for you is the answer…..and you’ll learn to like that….or else….

It could be worse….you could be in a foreign country….eh?

Don’t bring that socialistic thought around here…..we’ll show you a thing or two..

Now….stop cryin’…get ta’ bed….

The thieves have work to do…..