Young Man at Paper Box Adelaide and Yonge 9:20 am

Dear stranger:
Forgive my city
For locking its papers
And keeping your coin
Running you ragged
without hospitality.

Still you’re drunk
And you know it,
but as your friend said
It’s the only way you can take people’s bullshit.

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