The homeless man
pushes his stolen
shopping cart down the street
carrying his home upon his back
because his home
is where ever
he lays down
for the night
his pain is constantly
with him
and if someone tries
to touch him
he will cut away
their flesh
with his knife
he is not a friendly man
because he lives
a lonely life
he will beg
his body something to eat
but he will let his soul
starve itself to death!
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