Dear Kids With Problems,

I Awake

Soaked in Morning Dew,

Welcomed Only By the Dirt I Return Home from My Pants.

My Nose Bleeds in Class.

I Know I Smell Bad.

Do They Know I've Worn the Same Pants All Week?

Oh, But You Listen to Angry Music? You Worry About Your Weight? Your Friend is Prettier Thank You? You Are Lonely?

Because Obviously God Did YOU Wrong.

Entitelment Belongs

Six Feet Under

the Bed of Dirt I Call Home.

Sincerely,

Disgruntled Homeless Teen