Dime Store Rube

By Mark Antony Rossi

I gave a dollar to a drug addict
Standing on the corner

I got a lecture from a dopey lady
Prancing on some principle

She said no donation
Without confirmation

I gave her a dirty look
And let loose dirty words

Tired of dime store disciples
Poorly practicing compassion

These fools often confuse
The right thing with the right result.

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