RUDE AWAKENING
He had been given
A privileged youth
Of sirloins and private schools
In a three story house
Filled with antiques
That someday he would inherit
But then he had
His first summer job
In a local hospital’s kitchen
Emptying trays
Of uneaten food
From those that were close to death
And on their breaks
The other workers
Gulped liquor from hidden flasks
While he learned that this
Was how most people live
As he tasted his first cigarette
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