Poverty's Orgasm

walking down the road I
saw a child eating dog shit
out of hunger.

drifted there and confirmed
it was a little girl right
about my son's age.

searched for change in my pocket
and pulled out a coin. reluctantly
held it out, ashamed of myself for
being broke.

she took it with a smile
and went back to her
feast.

vomited on the street and
ran away like a coward
who couldn't face reality.

reached a place where flocks
had gathered to be swept away
by a political leader's guidance.

here I saw cash being offered to
new members who volunteered to
fight the opposition's cronies.

desperate, I signed up.

years passed by like ocean
waves breaking on the shore.

survived two divorces,
half a dozen criminal lawsuits
and quite a few murder attempts.

I don't recognize the person
reflected in the mirror these
days.

my son died of melanoma
a fortnight ago, on the
eve of electoral polls.

today, our party has won
and we're celebrating with food
and alcohol and girls at our leader's
farmhouse.

I was shown into a room
where the lower echelons engaged in an orgy
and pretty soon I was fucking a young woman.

when I was about to come,
I pulled my penis out of her anal hole
grabbed her by the hair
and inserted it into her mouth.

she smiled and said
"Mister, how was it?"

and then I realized -
that little girl by
the roadside wasn't
eating shit anymore.