The Temporary People

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

They don't count, not them. They're Temporary People. They live in houses they don't own, afraid to touch the walls and ceilings lest their Masters withhold their precious savings. They huddle together in sad little enclaves, dreaming wistfully of the day they can leave this place or defiantly claiming the space as theirs. Children call the refugee camp "home." It doesn't matter, they cannot stay. They are forever outsiders here, outsiders everywhere. They will roam the earth forever, wasting away without an education or meaningful employment. The fringes of society. Human refuse. Periodic sweeps of the affected areas are necessary to scare the criminal elements and remind the others of how gracious we have been in tolerating them.

Real People don't live like this. Real People have their own fortresses, white picket moats. Real People don't co-habitate with mice and roaches and roommates. They call the exterminator like the good lord intended.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

They don't count, not them. They're Temporary People. They live in houses they don't own, afraid to touch the walls and ceilings lest their Masters withhold their precious savings. They huddle together in sad little enclaves, dreaming wistfully of the day they can leave this place or defiantly claiming the space as theirs. Children call the refugee camp "home." It doesn't matter, they cannot stay. They are forever outsiders here, outsiders everywhere. They will roam the earth forever, wasting away without an education or meaningful employment. The fringes of society. Human refuse. Periodic sweeps of the affected areas are necessary to scare the criminal elements and remind the others of how gracious we have been in tolerating them.

Real People don't live like this. Real People have their own fortresses, white picket moats. Real People don't co-habitate with mice and roaches and roommates. They call the exterminator like the good lord intended.

I read the last line as "They call the exterminator like the good landlord intended."

Very nicely done. Reminds me of a childhood spent in fear of tax time when the sheriff deputies would come and threaten our parents with eviction and sharing a bedroom with mice, bats, mold, slime, ice, all manner of bug, and despair.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I feel like there's more here, just not sure if I can go too far down the "lol poor people don't vote" angle without weakening the refugee comparison.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I feel like there's more here, just not sure if I can go too far down the "lol poor people don't vote" angle without weakening the refugee comparison.

You can do eet!

[wlfjstr]

Aren't we all temporary people?  Or are some of us permanent people?

I only sleep with cockroaches so long as it is done with mutual respect.

[Doktor Howl]

They don't count, not them. They're Temporary People. They live in houses they don't own, afraid to touch the walls and ceilings lest their Masters withhold their precious savings. They huddle together in sad little enclaves, dreaming wistfully of the day they can leave this place or defiantly claiming the space as theirs. Children call the refugee camp "home." It doesn't matter, they cannot stay. They are forever outsiders here, outsiders everywhere. They will roam the earth forever, wasting away without an education or meaningful employment. The fringes of society. Human refuse. Periodic sweeps of the affected areas are necessary to scare the criminal elements and remind the others of how gracious we have been in tolerating them.

Real People don't live like this. Real People have their own fortresses, white picket moats. Real People don't co-habitate with mice and roaches and roommates. They call the exterminator like the good lord intended.

So, we should eliminate refugee camps? 

[wlfjstr]

No, we should liberate them!

It's all in the spin innit?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

They don't count, not them. They're Temporary People. They live in houses they don't own, afraid to touch the walls and ceilings lest their Masters withhold their precious savings. They huddle together in sad little enclaves, dreaming wistfully of the day they can leave this place or defiantly claiming the space as theirs. Children call the refugee camp "home." It doesn't matter, they cannot stay. They are forever outsiders here, outsiders everywhere. They will roam the earth forever, wasting away without an education or meaningful employment. The fringes of society. Human refuse. Periodic sweeps of the affected areas are necessary to scare the criminal elements and remind the others of how gracious we have been in tolerating them.

Real People don't live like this. Real People have their own fortresses, white picket moats. Real People don't co-habitate with mice and roaches and roommates. They call the exterminator like the good lord intended.

So, we should eliminate refugee camps? 

I think she's mocking the perspective of the sheltered bourgeoisie.

[Doktor Howl]

They don't count, not them. They're Temporary People. They live in houses they don't own, afraid to touch the walls and ceilings lest their Masters withhold their precious savings. They huddle together in sad little enclaves, dreaming wistfully of the day they can leave this place or defiantly claiming the space as theirs. Children call the refugee camp "home." It doesn't matter, they cannot stay. They are forever outsiders here, outsiders everywhere. They will roam the earth forever, wasting away without an education or meaningful employment. The fringes of society. Human refuse. Periodic sweeps of the affected areas are necessary to scare the criminal elements and remind the others of how gracious we have been in tolerating them.

Real People don't live like this. Real People have their own fortresses, white picket moats. Real People don't co-habitate with mice and roaches and roommates. They call the exterminator like the good lord intended.

So, we should eliminate refugee camps? 

I think she's mocking the perspective of the sheltered bourgeoisie.

My irony thingie is broken.

[wlfjstr]

They don't count, not them. They're Temporary People. They live in houses they don't own, afraid to touch the walls and ceilings lest their Masters withhold their precious savings. They huddle together in sad little enclaves, dreaming wistfully of the day they can leave this place or defiantly claiming the space as theirs. Children call the refugee camp "home." It doesn't matter, they cannot stay. They are forever outsiders here, outsiders everywhere. They will roam the earth forever, wasting away without an education or meaningful employment. The fringes of society. Human refuse. Periodic sweeps of the affected areas are necessary to scare the criminal elements and remind the others of how gracious we have been in tolerating them.

Real People don't live like this. Real People have their own fortresses, white picket moats. Real People don't co-habitate with mice and roaches and roommates. They call the exterminator like the good lord intended.

So, we should eliminate refugee camps? 

I think she's mocking the perspective of the sheltered bourgeoisie.

My irony thingie is broken.

I upgraded to goldy, it bends alot, but doesn't break often.

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I see the socio-economic perspective and raise it to existential - cause that one never gets old, I think.