Aloof

Aloof Dressed in shoddy attire as I slow gait, With unkempt hair and an unshaven face, Are traits that express my depressed state. Before my downfall, they did me berate; And my self-confidence reduced to waste. So now I dress shoddily and slow gait. Since I don’t bathe, the odours permeate, Warning others to hasten their escape, Is a trait expressing my depressed state. City dumpsters filled with waste serve my taste Are on the streets where I beg for spare change, Dressed in shoddy attire as I slow gait. “Tragic,” they exclaim, “a living disgrace!” I remain aloof since I quit the race And don’t elaborate on my depressed state. “I’m not lazy,” I explain, “I’m debased,” And rebuff the world by accepting my fate. Dressed in shoddy attire while I slow gait Are traits that express my depressed state.