Life N Shit

Look down the road- crippled boy,
Stands with broken, calloused eyes,
Looks for a bite, just - a bit,
Feed his tenatious gut, live for another.

Wonder, what he wonders,
'A bite to eat, a bed to sleep,
A soul to touch, shoulder to weep.'
...Shit,
Life is shit.

Mine own existence,
Freckled with blood,
Tears, futile sweat.
Twenty one million ways,
To improve.

Inside the car, suited man,
Heavy weighen hand and a phone- grand.
Looks for a chance, a single chance,
To leap and roar; conquer.

Wonder, what he wonders,
'A home to own, peers to walk,
A heart to hold, a hand- to try luck'
Life, always.
(this is a bit melodramatic; guess I was overtly passionate when I wrote this.
The poverty and stark contrast with the rich walking on the same road has been a grand influence and muse.)