Glasgow Shadows Poem by Michael Cochrane

Glasgow Shadows



Near trendy bars, tattooed trout mouths, speak to faked baked pals, never listening checking Facebook messages from people they have never met.Near by hungry homeless with cardboard homes, cry alone forgotten in a city that doesn't care.
Michael Cochrane ©

Friday, May 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: homelessness
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