Aloof

Aloof Shoddy attire with a slow gait, Unkempt hair and unshaven face, Express my depressed state. Before the fall they did me berate; My self-confidence reduced to waste. So, I dress shoddily and slow gait. My body odour permeates Because I do not bathe, Express my depressed state. The dumpster serves my taste. On streets, I beg, ‘spare change!’ In shoddy attire with a slow gait. Tragic they say, ‘a living disgrace!’ I stay aloof since I quit the race And don’t explain my depressed state. I’m not lazy, I’m debased And accept my fate. Shoddy attire with a slow gait, Express my depressed state.