Norwich - Poem by David DeSantis
The town in which I currently reside
is home to roughly 5,000 people.
Of these so called citizens,
roughly 30% make little or no attempt
to do much of anything at all.
Flailing happlessly between
a state of drug induced euphoria
and angst ridden welfare supplementals,
this lot is as pathetic as the genes that
brought about their rather innocuous situation.
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