Laundromat Poem by O Anna Niemus

Laundromat



A man in our town goes to church
and during the week he
charges more for his laundromat
services than any other. Some of the poor
faced with thieving profiteers
in oil companies and even at laundromats
have found it costs less to throw away their
dirty clothes and buy clean ones
at the Salvation Army.
Thus do petroplutocrat
pickpockets encourage waste
while stealing. God in you will
change the world for the better.

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