Earth is my bedroom and toilet; an empty cup, my self employment Days of empty stomach churning, a forced sermon at "Sunday Breakfast" Fast-food places are my kitchens; Shelters,my free hotels and free meals Police are my nemesis; human rights, a foreign fantasy Jail cells are my places for philosophical, contemplated thought Filth is my every day attire; alertness, my only protection Weather is my lover or enemy; cold empty stares, my other human contacts Loneliness is my constant companion New horizons are never sought by this man-of-no-land