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yeah, so i was just looking around my computer and i found this poem i'de written at the very beginning of last summer. here it is.
Yesterday I went home,
I live in a box made of foam,
I spend my days begging on the streets,
Sometimes I get so hungry I eat paper sheets,
This Is what it is to be homeless,
To be sick, depressed and phoneless,
No friends to call and nothing to call them with,
This is what it is like to be homeless
No pet’s to pet
No water to drink
No education
That has taught me how to think
No late nights with the one I love
No wine or cheap beer for me to drink
This is what it is like to be homeless.
Interpretive art by Stephen E. Matza the first.
Pretty great eh? Im thinking about having it published.
pftt.
Yesterday I went home,
I live in a box made of foam,
I spend my days begging on the streets,
Sometimes I get so hungry I eat paper sheets,
This Is what it is to be homeless,
To be sick, depressed and phoneless,
No friends to call and nothing to call them with,
This is what it is like to be homeless
No pet’s to pet
No water to drink
No education
That has taught me how to think
No late nights with the one I love
No wine or cheap beer for me to drink
This is what it is like to be homeless.
Interpretive art by Stephen E. Matza the first.
Pretty great eh? Im thinking about having it published.
pftt.