You see me and look away. Know this; all I do is hope!!!
I am that nuisance your eye meets

At your table, you scorn the fleshy bones
please give when you can!
I know the smell of the air it breathes:
The smell of its rotten beans
And the stale bread I pick from its bins
I know the sting of its murderous air;
Midnight when the sun is not there
I know the frozen tears of the nights;
When we hide from armor-less knights
With pleas, heavy with humble airs
I carved the visage of your scorn:
Ugly like my toe's errant corn
And my skin's pleasant fragrance
Puts your nose in a fitful trance

Your eyes crack me like a roasted nut
They tell me you hate me; deny it not
Am I not the seed of a faceless man,
The fetus of a self-murdered woman?
You know not. In the dead of night
Under the stars, my dreams make it all right
And I hope still and argue against reality
As it claws my ragged hope without pity

Yet for bones, lean, my heart groans
And the garbs that I wear now with pride
Were from your bins and dumps pried.
Wait! If I were the seed of your passion
Would I frolic thus outside the mansion?
So as I roam, my mission uncertain
Plate or purse, give. I remain your heart's stain.
please give when you can!
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