Living On The Streets Poem by Mick williams

Living in the squares
With no ceiling or roof above
To protect us
Awake and breaking the rules
While everyone slumbers
Under the cresent blue moon
But I thrist
And something must be done
Or I'll be sure to die
I'm inside a familiar place
About to reap the rewards
But caught in the act
Before I could do so
The fruits were relocated by the warden
Its now all sunny and bright
I'm challenging two well known faces
In games of technology and war
Planning to conqueror all
when something goes wrong