they drew blood, sure enough
soliciting my veins
as if touched by a dirty homeless person
the thread of string
winced and jumped back
trying to avoid the inevitable
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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March 6, 2010 at 12:02 pm
bindo
I am a homeless person who is using Bindo’s computer to say I am offended like the cavemen on Geico commercials. I am not dirty. If anyone is dirty, it’s Bindo with his constant swirl of smoke. Even though he is typing this for me, I hate him.
I hate you
Can I have a dollar?
March 7, 2010 at 12:57 pm
Jessie carty
Homeless people, of course, can not be given dollars they will buy drugs or booze’
March 7, 2010 at 1:56 pm
the sparrow
that’s a great poem.
drawing blood is fun and interesting.
March 9, 2010 at 11:49 am
medicatedlady
Homeless person on Bindo’s computer: that line was a criticism of the way most people react to homeless people…as if the plague will be brought down on them.
Oh Jessie.
Oh sparrow.
March 9, 2010 at 6:26 pm
Jala Pfaff
Great one.