My unforgettable friends
My pauper friends
Your revolting sorrow
Is an open wound
Your ice-cold dreams
Mumble mournful tunes
Your concave bellies
Rumble like idling engines
Your dinner-plate eyes
Helpless and beautiful
Recount awful tales
Your soiled rags
Are sickening jokes
Your smelly armpits
Are beyond the law’s ambit
My unforgetable friends
My pauper friends
Like politics
You belong to the streets
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