My life's shitty, but want no pity,
I'm okay to live on the street.
One day success will bend its hip,
Too glad to touch my feet.
It's all selfish reasons, mainly treasons,
That's driven morality to shit.
But I see no reason, my seasons,
Need to be a copy of it.
I share a rag, with a rat,
I sleep huddled near a bin.
Passengers to the station, ration,
An obligatory look of sin.
I don't blame them, societal hem,
Always has outliers like me.
If only I don't starve, I can carve,
A future featured as free.
