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Trashcan Lives

Trashcan Lives

the wind blows hard tonight
And it’s a cold wind
And I think about
The boys on the row.
I hope some of them have a bottle of
Red.
It’s when you’re on the row
That you notice that
Everything
Is owned
And that there are locks on
Everything.
This is the way a democracy
Works:
You get what you can,
Try to keep that
And add to it
If possible.
This is the way a dictatorship
Works too
Only they either enslave or
Destroy their
Derelicts.
We just forgot ours.
In either case
It’s a hard
Cold
Wind.



Poem Trashcan Lives - Charles Bukowski