Greed, Coffee Houses, Laramie, and Weather

Addicted to profit.

Rejecting the misfit.

Dreams of golden paved streets

End as greed cracks the gilded concrete.

Foam and whip make good treats

Steamed milk spilled, the barista’s hand heats.

Surplus craved

Capital Erodes

Accumulation praised

As the wind in the streets whips and blows.

Scarcity burns the worker and her labor.

Hustlers stuck on the corner search for favor.

Rejected othered bodies judged with disdain,

Left without a coin to treat their pain.

While the wicked and spoiled continue to blame.

Needles and bottles help relieve the pain.