Homeless Hunger, Homeless High

Half of a day spent Just looking for food. It's no wonder that some Might have an attitude. Constantly looked down upon, It's easy to feel low... Hard to find comfort, When you're always told to go. Can any of us lay blame When these souls seek a 'high'? Since simpler pleasures, once known, Are but a memory and long sigh. Sadly, this need Has a price that's well renown. In that universally, what goes up, Must also come down.