6 February 2013
Every day starts the same old way Birds singing in the month of may The suns shining over buildings Waking the millions
I sit up double check I'm alive Disappointed another night survived I brush my self down And stretch with a frown
I store my bed behind a bin And start panhandling for my sin I get enough and finally a grin I shoot it into my arm. Fin
A homeless drug addict Living anywhere derelict Could be worse I guess At least I don't have a job I detest
My Day #2 • Opuss № I