Occupy This
Let none say that I did not try;
A tragic bundle here I lie;
Through half-closed eyes I recognize;
Slim shadowy forms flow by.
My scraggy mate lies by my side;
Loyal to a comfort I provide;
A fremdship that in times reminds;
Of yearnings satisfied.
Numb to a putrid, stale estate;
Numb to my mouldy, urined state;
I claim and occupy this space;
To compliment my fate.
The scrumbled note laid at my feet;
Is not to beg for sympathy;
Nor do I seek your empathy;
It is a fix I need.
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