Payday
by David Groulx


The
police drive by

the poor have money tonight
tonight we will be livin’ large
cooking in the backyard
boiling in the summer heat

the police drive by

We’ll be pouring drinks
and running to the store
for chicken
all night

the police drive by

tomorrow we’ll be working at
whatever we do
nobody gives a shit

after the landlords
are paid off
our backs
the merchants
holding out their hands like bums

and our children
will drink milk

with empty pockets






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