Poem: Noble Bums

If my Bum Friends could see me now,
I wonder what they'd say:
"Daamn, your pimpin'!"
and
"Look at you, now!"
and
"Awww, you fuckin sellout."

Yes, I've got it all again.
If by "all" you mean
places, functions, uses, to society.

In some ways I feel better:
Waking up to fresh coffee
having food in the fridge
a home to hide from the world
a shower
for the moment.

In some ways I feel worse:
Never-ending routines of,
Laundry,
Cleaning,
Shopping,
Gas,
and Work.

It's going alright
and I shouldn't complain.

Neither one seems to me
to be more Noble.