An Urban Fable

[e_dog]

The homeless man
was the one who didn't rob or steal
but, respecting property,
only asked, from those who did,
for a bit of bread, a coin, a meal.
This appeal
was met with derision and scorn.
This, you must learn,
taking your lessons in turn
from the man who didn't steal
or rob or kill or maim
but simply failed to play the game.
He asked you for a bit of bread
that you'd throw out instead
of being burden with preservation
and, without reservation,
pass him by
without looking once in the eye,
as if, he were dead.
Now, he is dead,
and no more bread for him,
no coin for you, your credit cards
work on Madison Avenue
and the audio-retinal retinue
is all you care for.
And, so, therefore . . .

[e_dog]

well, technically this ain't reall a fable, but

whatever.

[mnaz]

well, technically it might be inaccurate as well. i should know. i'm bloody ignorant at times, but i have some facsimile of heart left.

"...was the one who didn't rob or steal, but, respecting property, only asked from those who did"

What does this imply?

[e_dog]

jus what it says.

[mnaz]

that the homeless only ask from those who rob and steal?

Wait. I probably read it wrong. Sorry 'bout that. Gettin' all nit-pickee.

[tinkerjack]

an urban romance
brought to you
by Country Wide

[e_dog]

everyone is a robber in capitalisme.

[mnaz]

Yes, everyone is a robber in capitalisme (fill-in-the-blank-with-what-have-you). No argument here; that's for damn sure.