A Sad Case Of Mistaken Propensity Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Time to whine,
Maybe dine,
Peanut butter has been his savior,
Hobo candlelight brighter than his night vision,
Blurry and overcome by the scent of the strongest instant coffee
A sad case of mistaken propensity,
His definition of "hard work" making him appear delusional,
Whittling away many moments as the cold pages turn
It's what he does with a touch, and what he doesn't do,
Which is anything
Wrapping it up, staying warm in lieu of boldness,
Slumber is what's lately been written for him, giving him the breaking snooze