Why should I care?

Just like being gay, they choose to be homeless.
Do they ever consider the problems of not being normal?
I wonder as I pass the debris of Occupy Seattle.
Besides the cold and hunger…
Besides being wet and frozen…

They have the problem of what to do with their jar of ***.
Passing by I saw five lined up atop the red brick retaining wall, and I wondered.
When you *** into a jar, your hands get splashed, the bottle is *****.
So how do you keep clean and fresh?
And how much weight can you carry every day anyway?
       And where can you go to get rest?
Even finding a place to sit and rest is a problem.
No one wants them around.

Did they think about these things before they decided to become homeless?


But why should I care?

Be normal. It can’t be that hard to apply for a job without a computer.
To clean up and get to the interview.
I’m sure they could afford a cell phone to get their messages.

And if they have a phone, then they can call or ask for help from all their family and friends.
Everyone has friends and family who will help.
Everyone normal.

So why should I care?

It’s their own fault, if only they hadn’t. If only they weren’t
Then they wouldn’t need my help
And I could keep it all
My work, my taxes
My reward for following society’s rules.
For being normal

Why should I care?

If only they hadn’t gotten sick
Then they wouldn’t have lost their jobs and their benefits.
If only they hadn’t been abused
Physically, sexually, mentally
Then they wouldn’t be damaged.
If only they hadn’t relieved their pain
Then they wouldn’t be addicted to drugs, *** and alcohol.

If only they hadn’t, if only they weren’t,
then they would be perfect, like me.

I would never waste my resources
By eating too much,
drinking too much,
spending too much
I would never quarrel with my family and friends
And use up my all my social credit, my goodwill by needing help
You will never have to worry about me.

So why should I care?