struck down wiv diseases yet still seases the moment...
to the eye he pleases but still freezes like an aunament...
battle for food like a tournament that plays on the mind...
chewin on bacon rind yet wen asked he says hes dined...
abused as a child, scars from youth all that mark his birth...
it hurts to think a shoppin trolley holds everything hes worth...
some question his determination to search 4 an occupation...
but any attempt gets pushed aside without any notification...
so continuation of a struggle...that is his life thats a muddle...
no mother to cuddle...to keep warm has a blanket to huddle...
baths in a puddle of dirt...n hibination? this kids an expert...
exerts fear into strangers...the looks of disgust must hurt...
some days he'll take...time to think put his life on a plate...
contemplatin suicide n doesn't want to wait, sets a date...
n just as he believes its fate.....he rolls over and wakes....
..............chill out y'all it was just a dream for fuck sake....


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