HOMELESS IS MY LIFE.
Homelessness is my name.
I am the oppressor of many lives.
I come and take that comfort and shelter your white picket fence.
I cause lit children to live in tents.
The back of a train all night to sleep.
constantly afraid of predators that creep.
I cause the shelters to be full all the time.
I cause the food bank a constant line.
Nothing I wont do do cause a Family to live in the streets.
I will give you diverting to lessen your comfort and heat.
I want you in the streets, living in your car nothing in life.
I am The New Way of life.
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