The poor

The women with no money keep their eye pencils for years

They get chronic infections that look like poisonous tears

Could they follow Jesus and love all humankind

What do you think you would do if you were going blind?

Comparisons are odious we were told at school

But I always like to see just home the rulers ruled

The mind that sees the mouth that speaks the area that listens in.

The body with its hormones songs for

blissful sin.

If you have no money they say you can have more

If you are a prostitute or just another whore.

On the road the car slow down the women raise their eyes.

Sometimes there’s a murderer sometimes there’s a spy.

She took him round the corner she couldn’t see a face.

That was the end for Julie Jay

She was buried wearing lace.

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