Refuse

If i could i wouldsteal all the  thingsthe world doesn't needand write them into poetry.an unwanted childan orphan anniewill feel right at homewith a lost soul like meand victims of disdain the unlike other kindwill realise i am goodonce i make up my mindthe bird with a broken beakthe woman from a broken homewill find i am broken tooand shelter in my poemand shall we talkof books well writtenthat no one seems to wanti take them in and enjoytheir beauty and their old fashioned fontthe desolate manon a snow-filled peakfinds pleasure in my words’ embracehe thinks i am his as he readsthere’s no hurry no racethe world keeps looking for ways to discardthe things it thinks it doesn’t needbut for them i acheand they don't disappoint
despite my indecent greed.