April 17th - Homeless
Little bites over my body,
The inside of my lungs,
My brain, my guts.
A tiny monster gnawing,
Parasite of a world,
Slow and steady.
Put a lid on, it overflows.
There's no end to
Exponential growth.
How long till you change?
Do we have to die first?
Despite it all,
Another shitty job,
I'll be homeless again, soon.