The faces you see in the feared hours of night might be me or one of a hundred faces of the hopeless cases I became

Codes of conduct do not apply when you're ****** by the system and hung out to dry

and so we mutate

become another face that you don't see

contorted
we arrange the distortions until they become
one straight line,
the stumblebum?
which is
a quaint word
though it don't work for me
I know bums stumble
(generally)

and then they think that I'm disposable
because they think I'm unemployable
well,
I got a job
and showed it's not impossible
however much improbable
miracles do occur.

but if I believe things change
they will,

some believe it'll always be this way
and if they get their way
it will.