Choices keep narrowing down. - A poem of the streets

I knew this day would come.
The one where I made choices
from which there is no return.
Today, my last bank account closed.
I needed that twenty-five bucks
more in my pocket for coffee
than sitting there as a promise
that if a job came about
I could cash a pay check.

I'm running out of options, folks.
I cannot keep on this way
and your society kicked me aside.
So, my eyes dart about now
no longer looking for the good
but things I'm tired of enough
to be willing to toss away
what little good will I've left.
Not a good place to be.

I'm looking at turning things about
by brute force nowadays, not finesse.
The last is useless to me
down here on the cold streets
and force is all folks understand,
given the way I've been treated
these last three years of unemployment.
Wouldn't treat a dog this way.

So, I'm looking towards those hills
and thinking about ones further off
seeking a place to maybe regroup
or just dive into some nowhere,
pulling the empty spaces over me
to hide away and lick wounds
like a coyote hit by truck.
Or maybe, just look back, laughing.

Why should I want to stay
with a group of insane folks
who judge a man by things
better left at the road's edge?
Does it really matter so much?
What clothes a man wears daily,
versus what he does in them?
Or how much money he makes
not how he chooses to live?

Society chose to kick me aside.
Don't ask me to forgive it.
Instead, look into your own hearts
and ponder if that collective you...
...has done more harm than good.
4November2013 - A pissed off Dyfedd Rex