Junkie Maladies. No. 23

You're a sad, discarded waste of a human,
not fit for anything but de-lousing,
A stain on paper, and in the streets 
by morning, staining everything.

You're a homeless person with a house,
A potential something unspeakable,
for a tenner exactly, you will sell
your soul, TV, kid's phone..

One Brown Tenner. Please. Repeat.
A lifestyle for a life, possibly a partner
in this, whole mess. I move with a precise, 
graceful, dance-like air, did you notice?


Cor, Sep 2008