Think I shall stay here
sat on the floor.
Can't be bothered to rise anymore.
Life in the raw is the life that we saw,
the crude effigy of what a living could be.
It no longer bothers me.
But it bothers some
I watch as they run from the plea in the eyes
of those they detest and despise.

Resolute not to be destitute
It no longer bothers me.

The homeless and feckless
the hopeless and reckless
will always be there
Should we care?
Should we give a **** or make a fuss?
Do we thank the Gods it's not us
on the street?
Have you ever seen eyes unwilling to open and rise to meet a new day?
Will I once again say,
It no longer bothers me?

Is this the World that we see?
The, them and the us?
Is anyone free?