And I go hungry every time,
Hands, heart, feet,
Let’s crawl through the
Social wasteland,
Suburban anxiety,
Propriety
And space.
This space,
my space,
Your space – conditional,
Opportunity for
The beggars, bleeders,
Transnationally oppressed,
Privileged to be,
Your
National minority,
What an honour
To be so obedient.