There Is Still Poor

There is still Poor There is still Poor Some people do not cell phone some people still do not car some people do not live house near by and large but sleep them under train trestles and internet bridges no wait eye meant of course the interstate there is places where the poor can hide there is places where the faces seldom cry the mission beds and showers all are full where would you go a camping under stars if you were poor where would you hide the desert is a large and grainy thing the beaches are all taken by the rich the ditch is inhabited by rabbits and one witch the mountain goats have places the fox has his own den the skunk can find a hidey hole my friend but where am eye to rest to sleep perchance to dream of things eye am with the eye