Enough Said
He curls himself into a ball
Underneath some old newsprint
Alone, depressed and drunken
And all his money spent
This alley’s now his only home
Until the cops come around
Dog tired and hungry still
In another northeastern town
His sights were on higher ground
But the booze won the bet
He never saw it coming
As his life style is now reset
No condiments upon his comfy bed
No warm showers to step in
He fought the battle hand in tooth
But it was something he couldn’t win
Shaggy, unkempt and half starved
It’s his new lifestyle by choice
Although he blames it on that whiskey
And that unseen urging voice
He prays for warmth, he prays for death
Anything is better than this
Another cold night of shivering
As he prays death will give him that kiss
But all he receives when morning comes
Is a kick by a policeman’s boot
The Taser feels like twenty lashes
As the prongs now electrocute
He’s dropped on the outskirts of town
With a warning “never to return”
His kind was unwelcomed it seems
No more of his drunken sojourn
He’s hungry, tired and weary
With nowhere to lay his head
Life just isn’t what he expected
Too little done, enough said
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