I write poetry

"I tossed and turned on my moth eaten Couch
And Last night I went to bed hungry
I saw a swarm of bugs on my floor; roaches
I saw that, my dinner was right in front of me
This is my life
I'm cut into stitches and the water that I drink
Is filled with leeches
I ********' stink and I bath in my moldy sink
I live in a rundown subway sewer
I am A Dreamer"