drugugly

 

got this little habit 

it won't quit 

addicted to my roof

food and bed

 

nothing against homelessness 

I envy it 

one day

I'll kick this habit

straight in the head

 

it's that middle class feeling

clinging to my clothes 

sense of privilege and some

childhood photos

 

middle class feeling

won't let go 

despite evidence to the contrary

that it never was

 

drop bombs over there

weather's never been the same 

friends have all changed 

faces and names 

 

you've got plenty of news 

none of it good 

yet you still refuse 

to blow up the world

 

that middle class feeling

clogging your pores

clinging to ambitions

it's no good 

 

middle class feeling

tickling your nose 

in all those ads 

in your friends' photos