Sleeping on a cardboard box on a cold night underneath the distant stars has got to be on par with spending billions going to Mars, in that it's not understandable

we're not poor here in relation to poverty but those who have more than they need refuse to see what needs to be done.

no fun for those
frost creeping up from their toes
into their veins,

electric soup
only lasts
until on being sober
you find
that your brains are fried
if you can find them at all.