Ament
Don`t feel like home. He`s a little out.
And all these words elope. It`s nothing like your poem.
Putting in. Inputting in. Don`t feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it`s nothing like your baritone.
It`s nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It`s home.
The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It`s home.
One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone.
It`s nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It`s home.
The little that he frees is nothing he believes.
Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own. A chip off the corner stone.
Who`s kidding? Rainy day. A one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown. A whisper through a megaphone.
It`s nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It`s home.
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It`s home.
And all that he frees. A little bittersweet. It`s home.
It`s nothing as it seems. The little that you see it`s home.
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