i rather **** than become homeless; since i work and you won't let me earn; a game for a game; because i'd shed more tear over an animal than my own kin that might share a mandible coercive in the same slaughterhouse: who no one would eat in the process of being processed via the litany of lessened cries of spared china not broken, and in tattoo tongue reciting a recipe: that once cooked, was never ever cooked again; after all, venom tasted once is a bit like a distrust for cannibalism.*

and you think that when
my mother and father
dies,
and when i'm left alive
to fear being left a homeless man
as i am now homed,
i will crave being a tax-payer's
Disney to be homeless?
i have more shadow in me
than a body... and many more
middle-class marriages
than miscarriages carried
carried across many lenin definitions
where dog was worth more than man
for canine and howl... to be left adorning
the: why here oh lawd... here oh lawd...
a munching rooster croak of loo flushing...
i too could... given the innocence of my crime
to have lived... and having lived...
with innocence past the crime suspension of an act...
that never took place... as was given unto me
to be a pleasing return for one life un-lived
and one life falsely lived.