Finished last night. Decided to try a different sort of style. Like it? Did I fail? Can you qualify it? Let me know.



Winter chilling to the bone,
we rest under the dryer outlet,
we steal the riches' fence for firewood,
but we'd get a place if we could

Wearing clothes that rank
from dumpster cover in the rain
or nights under a bus,
but we sleep in the cornfields
with the stars above us

We buy beer to be buzzed and full
and the drink the water under the bridge,
content minds over empty stomachs,
feeling hungry eating salsa from our empty fridge

But we have no taxes
there are no landlords
we have no prejudice
we have no poor

I like the ending.