I just was thought-provokingly, <br />I always read more into something than there was. <br />After two years it becomes more than a job. <br />It became more than life, life my own. <br />Tring at low tide <br />to harvest the claws, of the mighty stone crab. <br />By hand with gloves on, while it's, in its hole. <br />Under the eyes of big brother, as I understand. <br />Five tickets in six weeks for that same homelessness. <br />I did what I could and one or the other, <br />I had to pick 'n chose with one guess, never two. <br />So some chose without malice I suppose, <br />that I was to long in a car without progress? <br />All those psychological bullets, that hit with a solid thud. <br />still leaves us to guess, at which what? <br />This neighbor hood is kinda-well? <br />Is it as it should be? <br />Without a car <br />all those places, are twice as hard, <br />to get to than they were before.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeless-in-the-car/
