Tristan sad and lonely
after leaving art school
for one year nobody
Remains in touch reaches
out to talk on the phone
or to meet in person
Under these conditions
he calls fellow students
his cohort not his friends
Stupid categories
speak volumes about him
his mind and his moody
Trust issues transparent
to nobody no one
knows how much he suffers
Ignorant from childhood
with alcoholism
its effects on wisdom
Nobody said how much
pain and sorrow this life
would sow as dividends
Guessing no one can see
behind the obvious
facade now he knows why
Nicolette the homeless
woman cries in public
crocodile tears offer
Only the smallest lie
before the full monty
if he pays for her time
But like the plague he walks
the other direction
knowing full well her game
Only money makes some
people happy until
it runs out then a crime
Decidedly must take
place call it poverty
by those who made their name
Yelling at underlings
to make sure jobs get done
stocks soar and products fly
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