Homeless Skinned Out Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Patches thick in woods belay certain facts
meandering mulling tresspassing
into nothingness.
Blind eyes engaged insight for gain to toil
ignorant believe what they
wish less burdened convenient.
Nothing to you having less say food less as
well in thought played to bread.
Breath fought by waves angled to please
thoughtless teeny weenies wearing wives pants
skirts humdrum fun.
While you work she perks the cord fays in sun to moan you jerk.