Social Darwinism
Eugene can be an amazing place,
but we have a high transient population
and the criminalization of poverty continues.
With laws like the one forbidding dogs downtown,
"no backpack" store policies
and bars diving benches into
three "equal" sections.
I'm sorry, man,
but I ain't got anything to give you.
I'm struggling to get by too;
just in a different manner.
I'm not homeless,
but I've been there and I know, sir.
I'm sorry,
but I only have three dollars.
People sleep under awnings
while businesspeople ignore them
on their way to work.
The suits meet the rags
and the former gets to leave
when they get uncomfortable.
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