Demons

Why do we
Demonize the poor
Sad little satans
Threatening us
Their hands always taking
Taking my money
My money!
How dare you be hungry
You're disturbing my omelette
And how dare you show yourself
In public with those children in tow
My prescription glasses make this crystal clear
I see those open mouths!
Noisy and dirty faces
You should stay behind that door more
Till you get a j-o-b
Like m-e
So get
Outta my wallet
My purse
Sight
and Mind
and heart
I don't know you
But I'll loathe you
Because I assume you do
Things that I'd do
If I wore
Your shoes