I was part of the buildings
All dusty and stinky!
Nobody ever replied to my greetings
Every object on the ground
was a suitable material
to create a temporary bed at night..
The intake of toxic liquids was not
by choice..
There was a lot that medication could
not flush.
I wanted to talk but my appearance
caused threats..
They all kicked me out
I bumped into a sad story one day
As I was introducing the newspaper
into my lungs..
I said to myself
"Buddy! If you don't put the cologne
on and look after your tummy..nobody
will cry on your last day"
I won't peacefully sleep all night
until I proudly say...
'This is mine'