In spartan conditions
Inured to privation
In bountiful plenty
I opt for starvation
Been waiting on angels
To cradle my grave
Like a craven
Still craving
A lover to save
Me from clutches of loss
And the jaws of defeat
From the dissatisfaction
Pursuing elite
Living standards
Can’t stand
To compare
My despair
With their lucrative lassitude
Classist career
If I wanted it genuine
I’d disappear
Yet again
Go pretend,
That I can
Belong here
There was no place for me
Since I crawled from the ooze
And confused
Evolution
With gods it alludes to

Good to feel good again
Spoken word stimulant
Working with like-minded
Active participants
Perks of the job include
Shorter commute,
Better pay
And I may
Even really be liked
Be appreciated
For the works that I write
That I type
That I scribe
To assist
With the ongoing struggle
To end homelessness

On I’ve gone
Sifting through
Shuffled few songs  
Still embedding myself
Where I do not belong
As if I were expecting
The same to bring change
Others finding me strange
Former lovers estranged
And my brain
Not so painful
To use anymore
I just can’t seem to stop
Seeking peace
Where there’s war

Thus ends my journey
Some evil dies young
When exhausted all words
To convey how I’ve hung
From a rope of indifference
To life
For too long
Barely kicking,
Just dangling,
Suspended in song
Elegiac, I wish
Just constricting
My throat
Squirming vertically,
Gurgling,
In anguish I choke
On another addition
To suicide note
That I wrote
Multitudinous ways
To escape
But my finest
Is yet to come
Just sit and wait

My morbid elegy
Drenched in sincerity
Steal me away
In the night
And pretend with me
Play one more
Round this world game
Revolution
Return to me
Having applied
The solution
To share what you found
But not bound to me
Lover
Possessed by you solely
In yet to discover
What aspects
And facets
You still keep concealed
What bemusing
Infusions of us
Would reveal
If it works
If it sees itself
Having in common
More than a just cause
And a living off ramen

I’m easy to talk to
Or so
They might say
If I spoke
As I wrote
My awoken cliché
List of grievances
Seething with
Fury inveighed
A melodious
Medley
Relentless tirade
But the vehemence
Meaningless
Cannot prevail
Without targeting
Enemies
Too big to fail
So continue to rouse
Rabble ruffians
Huffing
And puffing,
And stuffing,
Their pockets with nothing
But broken home
Hopeless
Promissory notes
And peremptory
Purchasing powerless
Votes
I prefer the immersion
In mobs of unruly
And still punish pigs
With unusual cruelty

Defaulting to scarcity
Desert conditions
Inured to abject
Desperation
Submissions
In sheer deprivation
I take
What I get,
What I find,
What is offered,
Except
My position within
Hierarchical food chains
Of daily grow thin
Until sources of plenty
From paucity catch
The enhanced sense of smell
And await me to ******
In my jaws
Taking back
The predation skill
Killer instinctive
I lack