When I was homeless man
The county came riding in
On their high white horses,
Like our saviors they promised everything
Including all the
Things they clearly
Were unable to provide
They were showing
the wrong
Picture
And we looked with
Our wrong eyes
They came and took me
From my shelter
And from my rubbish room
Filled with
Cockroaches
And vermin
And snakes of every ilk
It was a fever dream
Of deception
And cups of curdled cream
Dealing from a loaded shoe
I tried my hardest
Not to scream
I tried to remind them
That nightmares
Are really just dreams, too
But they chose not listen
To a man with just my flaw
I was an outlaw, though disabled
With no filter
On my lips
I told them I was a
Manic man
Words flowed from my
Fingertips
They must have...