CHARITY
I gave my moustache at the
office, and I donated my lemon
to the lemonade fund. My pencils
I donated to Apple. What else do
you want? What would you have
me do? This entire world is now
killing me : memories, times, and
circumstances too. The hospitals
act like libraries, and the libraries
are filled with quacks. There are
people in the picnic garden acting
as though they were at the racetrack
instead; taking odds on survival
and odds on the dead. Charity?
It begins at home?
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