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.
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