#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness

There is a place for hustle
There is a gaze for hustle
There are no doubts of fear
But there are routes to bear
Not quest for honey
But quest for money.
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