Bare Essentials

we are reducing life down

to the bare essentials,

at least that is what we call it,

some would say it is

predetermined starvation;

others call it being homeless;

for some it comes naturally,

for others it is a constant struggle,

it’s not easy throwing everything away,

it requires constant attention,

it takes honest effort;

it demands due diligence;

just when you think you’re there,

some young, compassionate do-gooder,

from the state office of

social consciousness,

hands you some subsistence check,

or food stamps,

or welfare;

it’s not as easy as you might think;

homelessness is the last great

American adventure,

the final frontier,

the ultimate showdown,

I have listened to the self-made experts,

I have searched through the intellectual,

bourgeois bullshit, deep within the

galactic spheres of driveling drivel;

they are all the same;

spewing out giant mental epitaphs,

while sputtering palpitating piss

from swollen rectal tumors;

give them what they want I’m told,

shove it so far up their chute

they won’t know up from down,

but still I hang on to the good ole days,

always just out of reach

of right or wrong,

afraid of being on one side

of the fence or the other,

yet landing right in the middle

just the same;

please don’t ask me what

that all means,

because I don’t know.

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