Losing faith

I can’t believe I’m here again

This is really getting old

I can’t keep a job or steady faith

I’m gonna rot and mold

The garbage heap is smaller now

Since it’s been my home

I’ve had to eat away at it

For it’s all I know

The shelter’s full

The food’s run out

And the fever’s getting worse

I’m poor and hungry

And without a doubt

I’ haven’t lost my thirst