Poem #2,839 | I sleep well

I sleep well in this town for now –
others spin in charged-for sweat
& regularly wake to self-disgust –
There is fear & loathing in nights
spent shared –
enough to quell a
desire for love –
How we parade
our ownership will define us all –
I have studied witches bitch over
fingered shiny gifts & devalue all
other things
[ugly inheritors in a
spiteful grip] –
Everything has its
value set by greed’s embrace –
I
sleep deeply in this town for now