Life as a homeless man.

I have never purchased a car
Or escaped on a vacation afar
The world chuckles at my condition

Chasing dreams, minds fixed on money,
That I have no place to sleep
But on a heap of newspapers

Shivering, I lie out in the arctic, frosty
Pavement, invective and deflowered
Filled with drugs and adulteration

Yet I do not envy the pirates
That desire luxury and material things
I think of my fortunate parents

That worked all day and all night,
Barely earning enough to pay,
The bills to keep my family alive

And off the street, so my sisters and I
Could get schooling and gain esteem
Among society’s sundry priorities

But I somehow became infected
By the Cupidity Plague that has
Become the common cold

It is leisurely rending apart my will
And desire to perform good deeds
It’s winning command over my ship’s course

Veering straight into a thunderstorm
The waves are crashing against the liner’s sides
Sending cargo sliding across the deck

Consumed in water
And not equipped to match up
Against the force of a sinner’s destiny