The Got And Don’t Got

There wasn’t any color

In the faces of the races.

They were all a million miles

Behind on rent.

Some hot and others bothered

For a few there quite uncollared.

For no collar meant you traveled

Where you want.

No collared was so daunting…

Who knew there’d be accounting?

For just staying

Like they said

Strapped to your tent.

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