Starving in the USA

I am dying, I am sick

My skin is yellow and my liver’s slick

For weeks I’ve been starving

My body’s vengeance carving

What is left of me

My face in the mirror looks like a wino’s, you see

Like a street addict I am filthy and sickly thin

Doesnt matter why, or matter where I’ve been

Will I know the claw that claims me?

Will I know dying before I know death?

The living carry death within, you see

The prescient foretaste of a bitter memory

But the dead are beyond death

Only the living have it on their breath


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