Underneath the stars – TB

11 Nov

He sleeps in pee.
He sleeps in peace.
He’s told to move.
He gets no please.
He’s ordered to move.
Again it’s the police.
No home, a big hole.
Always getting told.  MAN!
This is no way to grow old.
That feeling that you don’t belong.

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