What I Would Do

The day wrestled the dawn, lost
Where the cloud covered deep, dropping
The temperature too far for November.

I could not survive even one night, contemplated
Stealing, cheating, lying to be out of this cold, sold
On heat and electricity, on gas, on using
Resources and buying comfort, these
Luxuries more than driving Cadillacs
In our dreams.


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