A Meandering Discourse on Poverty from Somebody Who Probably Doesn’t Have a Clue
A Meandering Discourse on Poverty from Somebody Who Probably Doesn’t Have a Clue
A Meandering Discourse on Poverty from Somebody Who Probably Doesn’t Have a Clue
The table is chewed throughThe walls no moreRat shit abounds. The stench is oppressive.As I peer through the massive gaps in what’s left of the