sniff and ask.
Beg for love.
Laugh at our own pain-
blood cash we pay for the real,
green kind we can waste.
Cretins.
Lovers.
Louder laughs than most.
Louder than the wealthy.
Not poor enough to cry-
broke enough to swindle.
Scoundrels with smiles.
We feel bad for the well off.
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