I give up on this life
on family and friends
to renounce the whole world
Maybe I was not made
to enjoy this planet
as others do my mind
Belittles what I see
when others have their fun
smoking cigars or weed
Even I long ago
danced with Sweet Mary Jane
and like a cat all curled
Comfortably in sleep
I woke from my slumber
stretched and ran all around
I cannot say sober
life is for me whisky
adds flavor when I find
Life in this world too much
too grave too sad hardship
everywhere all who read
Even the local news
become inured to death
violence and greed cold
Figures in Chicago
sit over metal grates
in winter when the ground
Relieves no one of frost
heat rises from the grates
to warm lost souls with needs
In a city too blind
to care for the homeless
without shelters or beds
Never enough to save
our souls like ships lost
at sea my wallet bleeds
Green algae to surface
in the spring if I give
I won't suffer the reds
Eating at our bourgeois
establishments to say
Communists were once bold
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