Bad Times Poem by Murasaki Kitsune

The last month has been nothing but a pain
It seem like a never ending assault of rain
Near the break of being homeless with nowhere to go
Cant find a place to stay, rejection over and over, OH NO! !
Looking and looking but still I have no good luck
Trying to find something but only have 500 bucks
I begin to drink, which never helps the problem
Ignoring the world now looking to solve them
Head hanging low spirits are pretty down
Wait I got to turn this upside around
Not giving up I make one last effort
Then I find something that has a lot of worth
Nice townhouse one week before the end of my lease
Bad times are gone not it time to feel set free
Bad time are always to come no matter the person
Never giving up through the bad times is what makes it worth it