Pawel Kuczynski
The morning alights
Without a spiritual consensus
Poverty may question my means
But success rarely compromises.
I do what I must
To live as I please.
Another amniotic soak in the till
I don’t need to feel
If the marrow spilled
Comes from another man’s bones
I do what I must
To live as I please.
I have a family
Whose infrequent names fall
So oft from my calender
That I dare not meet their accusations.
I do what I must
To live as I please.
My Sisyphean days stoop
Behind a veil of secrecy
Full pockets leave no space
For the warming of hands
I do what I must
To evade the poverty inside.
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