God's Lonely Man
Beaten out from better valleys
The junkies hold and whine.
Drugged and poisoned, laid on alleys;
Forgot that names align.
Boldened, asking you behave fine,
They'll cut from wires your phone.
Give them joy in rosy, cheap wine
And leaving them alone.
Punctured deep a messy, straight line,
He writes his hates in stone.
"Nothing satisfies a feline,
We hate to be alone."
06/13/2023
