Civilian One In A Million
My signature can not be forged or erased.
Without contacts I am blind.
The silence is deafening.
The noise is annoying.
The music is reputation.
A broken record, a question still.
Answered with maybe.
A stubborn pill.
She holds my child hostage.
Poverty bondage or filth and stench.
Her leverage with a broken fence.
Bankruptcy in the ghetto, hating this town.
The criminals around.
Misery and hopeless surround.
I truly miss the coast.
The snow was bitter.
This place has too much litter.
I belong in a beach house.
Not on this dump with the rat and mouse.
This is a trademark sty of stench.
I sleep in my car not on a park bench.
There is no food not in our best interest.
To eat some vegan apple pie with brownie
Is an impossible wish.
On any menu you can't find this dish.