when you talk
in a party like this
with mixed guests
whose faces
you must have seen
for the first time
filter, filter your thought
drain your words
with a strainer as
you speak this may
have caused them
pain
do not brag
they may look rich
but deep within
they are as poor
as the rats
that are looking at
you from the holes
of the walls.
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