canines
made to scavenge
A knock on my door Woke me this morning Made by the hand Of a well-dressed woman Whod set aside Part of her morning To ask me if I know why Im alive She walked by a man Who scours the alley Each day for cans To trade for money To buy a chance To play the lottery And when he doesnt win, he starts the cycle again Made to scavenge Like an animal So I cannot help But watch him searchin For lucky breaks Just like a vulture And wonder if His sense of purpose is any less than what Im gettin here Bettered by wealth and education But just as unsettled and impatient I am too easily sustained I cant sleep If I am made to obey Then why this brain This plague of intellect that infects Any peaceful state Cause I cant say If anything Is meaningful Or some impulse to trick me into Another day Of this grey