031310 Mental Breakdown Poem by Manonton Dalan

shrouding concept creep
to empty mind above empty
stomach, it can't be possible
yes, it dulls your thinking when
you're malnourished or physically
weak, try it you might be woozy

some of us is struggling just
to get a good cup of soup
for a long winter, no time
to argue, no time to pretend
try going to the soup kitchen
look for yourself, healthier

how could a man so dis-oriented,
got away from a pack wasted
living asleep, how could he be
so deprived of what you have
lost inspiration and drifted
to the wind and pause to suffer

you bet, he has no time to worry,
about time, about stocks crumbling
who drives the best car in the block
who has a hottie girlfriend or mama
being pick up by police is blessing
taking shower is prize, soup is saviour