The homeless life isn’t like a welcome home
to a good wife with a smile, dinner and fate
without a job or the numbers
to turn opportunity’s tumblers
they don’t know the right code to find home
An alien land where being is illegal
there is no space for the race
made of Denisovans, and Neanderthal's strong gals
the humans were three part unplaced
on an uncharted world without homes
Bedding down in silence
fires of time roaring
beasts outside prowling
turning primates into dark loamings
a gestalt of cave art brought homeless home
Graffiti entreaties of turf marked up walls
doped, crazy socials saw nothing, no call
line-ups for cops, soup kitchens or billionaire fops
it all made the same sort of sense for insensible loam
hidden below asphalt now, nowhere is home.
https://suno.com/s/K9TzFZxX6I6F3URF the poem as a song
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