it seems very hard now in these times
for i who seeks answers from these rhymes
the suicidal urges i hope shall be overcome
my heart it beat heavy somewhere from
the vast riches of the universe
must i always pull the short straw
where is the line met
for a good strong even draw
in my small room i feel like crying
so cold out there in here im dieing
im filled with drab sickness
i believe from the street
ill try to survive hopefully
with not only beans to eat