what a shameful sight

"Just like them," that's the vibe you threw

Five IDs for a Shovel (But None to Vote!)

Between the tents and needles, there’s no Golden left around.

Used to be, we built not begged, Asked what we could give, not what we’d get.

Two young ladies stopped by today

They're the reason I breathe, the reason I live.

From ruins lost to green and time

It wasn’t much of a house back then