Odd Blessing

An odd blessing it is
To have too much to eat
Only to be preoccupied by MT
Or finals or term assignments
That break your sleep and hearts.
Or when that printer is empty
Of ink or the morning bus
Packaged with smelly strangers.
Or the HST adding ten cents
To the daily ritual of Lattes.
Having enough rights entitled
To care even of scruffy bitches
And lab rats used for science.
An odd blessing indeed.
Our great problems seem like
Royal grimace and disdain over
The carpet colour and texture.
An insult to the poor and ill
Like shouting to them to be entitled
To cake when they hath no bread.
Really, are we without will?

-Wren


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