The plight of the hopeless man
Pleading for patronage at the highway on-ramp
Staggering to his feet, waving a wand in his hand
Forcing it through the ground.
To convince them, to convince himself
He's in a state of desperation.
Stomping his feet
To an echoless beat;
An earnest declaration muffled by layers of concrete.
No one turns a head,
No one's eyes to meet.
Perhaps under the influence of apathy,
Or an inability to contront the brutality of a potential reality
To which we are all disposed to.
He goes on regardless -
Paralyzed by the catharsis of his own song,
Willing us to right our wrongs.
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