Rick
A man of a smile
A man of a joke
His country betrayed him and stole his youth
"Not mentally capable" said his papers
"Take him away" said his warmongers
He wanted to see rabbits, he wanted to see birds
He wanted to see his people but only when he wanted to
Sometimes he made racist jokes
I think he thought they were funny
I think he wouldn't if he understood better
"Well...anyway" he'd say
because he didn't know what to say
"You probably gotta go..." he'd say
hoping you'd stay
His life was sad
cat-piss-ruined-walls-ruined-house-small-spaces-roommate-in-a-room-the-size-of-a-closet-old-people-smells-and-screams-at-night kind of life
He smiled and laughed every time I saw him
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