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Empty Pockets


My horoscope told me that annoying unresolved issues will soon be resolved. What relief. I can pin point my grief. I couldn't stand the suspense. The thorn in my side will dissolve. A pure coincidence I think not. Some people go through their entire life Begging and borrowing what they never give back. Mere leeches, gold diggers, looking for everything free. That is not who I want to be. They want the easy life. They depend on the world to cater their every need. Off others success they feed. Holding up a cardboard sign for their hearts desire. Some can't even spell right. At a four way intersection Traffic doesn't grant wishes. Automobiles aren't genies. If people want things in life They have to earn it. No I can't spare any change. Have some self respect & get a job. Sloth is one of the seven deadly sins. Get it together. Contribute to society. People's paychecks are their own And for their family. The world is not here for your charity. Develop some clarity. Focus on yourself. Your hygiene & appearance. Start with the that. Are homeless bums really so Non productive that they need step by step Instructions on how to live or survive. The community is not their mother. The government is not their paycheck. The city and town is not responsible For your poverty. If you have drug addictions & alcohol issues Your problems are your own. Figure yourself out. The new generations is not your meal ticket. Nobody is going to give you a job on a silver platter. Become somebody and matter. If your world is broken & shattered. Fix it. Help yourself. Stand on your own to feet. If your arms and legs work get a job. If your mind is broken get disability. But if your already on disability why ask the public for handouts? That's just greed another deadly sin. Lazy people make me angry. Anger is another of the seven Deadly sins. Don't corrupt earth with your baggage. Develop job skills. Lay off the booze & tobacco. Take pride in your appearance. Impress not disgust society. Don't waste space. Don't offend people with your stench. Do what your mama taught you to do. Because if you can't make it on your own Nobody is going to live your life for you.
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