Monday, July 20, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


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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