Stretching myself at 4 am
Covered in cold I am
Goose *** all over my body
I thought they only appear when one is exited
Stand still are my hair
I lift my right leg and make that stride
Which multiply to hundreds of thousand a day
How I wish I could make that cash
When searching through the yesterday’s trash
Thank you God I’ve found a bread crumbs.
Walking through the streets
I stood looking
At the conference center in the city
Today it looks different
But nothing has changed in it
Am I going mad, I wondered?
I looked into their eyes
And saw the fear that held them so tight
Why are they wishing me away?
I saw the man in a suit
My heart was pumping fast
Blood rushing through my veins
Today I will eat that pie
He passed and I gave the sigh
My stomach covered in a foil of hunger
The kid is bought pie with her mama
Ohh! God I miss those days of manner
Cold the city is growing
The beautiful lights are up again
Slowly retreating to my lonely heaven
Taking my heavy supper of saliva
Wishing for many things
But death sounds so pretty in a rhyme.