I see a sad lad dragging regret through downtown
(not homeless, but houseless, aftermarket crashes)
staggering through shadowy alleys;
black cats laughing at him
in his fashionable tattered jacket
as a fat rat scampers from behind a trash can
he peers into it dazzled to dig up anything that can
help have his scattered thoughts gathered
cigarette butts and ash, ragged magazines,
a half eaten apple to share with his rat friend
none of it matters,
he feels like Aladdin,
he treats his ****** street like a palace
he'd rather be free than happy. is that madness?