Weevils Wobbeling Waves Poem by Cigar Aficionado

They pour forth from trucks and trains
falling crawling being pushed.
Sunlight days pent up avoiding discovery
discovering the stench of unwashed bodies
a few not moving cattle.
Bugs eat better it seems than most here
the bodies are gorged thick full ripe grapes
from which no wine will flow only burning fever.
Mentally ill most are genes triggers trauma
most are kind,
the cops wait to ambush
free labor
money from the government
in return we are
robbed raped beaten vilified abandoned
fertilizer for the fields of capitalism
Reaganomics
roaming in streets near you no shame in your game.