To all the nude beaches we're too poor to visit,
to all the African children dying today I'll never see,
to the trees that will eventually sprout from this city
avenue, to the fire in your heart that never fully extinguishes
until you're dead yourself, to all the Victorian castles
we will never actually live in, to the loaded words
help and poverty and save, to donors and exacerbations,
to pot and beer and heavy intoxication,
I wish the world never knew about our disgusting habits
of survival.