C.A.R.E. -- the continuing saga

beside a table laden with hors d'oeuvre
fruits and cocktails in the dimly lit hall
this waspish old lady bemused loudly
about the sufferings of the multitudes
in the bushes 'oh those doleful eyes,
bloated bellies, bent countenance'

looking directly at me then she whispered
in my wrong ear 'i send them twenty dollars
every month through C.A.R.E.'
________________so uncaringly

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Caveat: am not knocking the good work done by CARE --just highlighting the faux guilt ridden expressions of pseudo support by some - t