Published:  November 7th, 2010 09:37 EST
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Not About You
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Not About You This isn`t about you No It`s about me I was a teacher Who was a victim of downsizing Of consolidation I was a construction worker Whose company found out It would be cheaper To move their production To some country Over there somewhere I was the secretary Whose job was somehow defined As muda An unnecessary expense Somehow though My boss`s job was still important I was a soldier Who found out That there were no jobs waiting For someone who served their country Then came home only half-a-man I was a farmer Who lost their land When farming became a business And there was no more room For anything home grown No I am not a wino A crackhead Someone suffering from dementia A sociopath Or a bum Believe me I would be working every day If I could No This isn`t about you It`s about me That`s right Me A person who less than a year ago Never thought anyone would look at them And call them Homeless Ed Roberts 11/05/10 Far too often we pretend security. Far too many people understand this poem VERY well.
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