by Alan Williamson

Created on: December 26, 2008   Last Updated: December 31, 2011

their Swollen stomachs from the pain of hunger

our stomach swollen from the rich pain of greed

their skin so thin like transparent coloured glass

ours soft and sretched like a deep sweaty swamp

our bellies that swell past the last hole of belt

their bones stick through like Antarctic icebergs

our drunken escapes from our so troubled ways

their mixed up drunken minds from pain and disease

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