First it was dark - pitch black
But we knew no fear - just warmth
Twas a brief 9 months
Eviction through the vertical horizon put an end to it ;
When they cut the cord they made me poor

Breast milk was always a compromise,
Formula the equivalent of baby shots and I was weaned from even that.

Dry bread, that's all our lives are and always will be.
We go from choking on silver spoons to eating daddy's fists because he was born poor.

The best sleep has no dream - only gentle beats break the ambient silence.
Why do I wake up everyday on an empty stomach?
Why beg or banter : none living have your placenta
And now
Neither do you

Dry bread dry bread, each day eroding by a crumb
We smile through gritted teeth -
Next to you we're all just filthy bums