I Go Begging With My Bowl – Written Thursday 13th January 2011 (Aged 35)

I Go Begging With My Bowl

i go begging with my bowl
they never ask –
how i am
in their own self importance
wrapped up,
in their own ego
i offer them my bowl
and with no self respect
i say,
please fill it up
please feed me
and please, never stop
should i list –
each and every name
the woman –
who thinks she is amazing
but she is in the field –
desperately grazing
she is still claiming
that she does not want to be there
but she is just lonely
and aches for someone to care

James Garratt – Thursday 13th January 2011

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