by Rachel Hoyt
image by tiverylucky via freedigitalphotos.net
How dare you ask to use the phone
without paying an ear?
How dare you not eat ground up bone
or road kill a-la-tear?
How dare you demand medicine
to treat your karmic ails?
How dare you let my profits thin
when profiteers prevail?
How dare you rehabilitate
while paying for your sin?
How dare you dream country or state
would let human rights win?
Copyright © 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
An article about prisons ruled by profits,
led to this poem of ironic bits.