Life These Days Poem by Jennifer Kay. Simmons

Life these days is the same as a sliver.
If you scratch an itch, a sore will get bigger.
Throw pennies at windows,
to get open doors.
Homewreckers, and cheaters;
looking for more.
Drowned in debt;
smoke in the wind.
Two dudes in a corner passing a lighter;
worn out mothers pulling two nighters.
Scratches, matches;
the fire lights the bowl.
Nobody speaks;
everybody knows
If you talk in your sleep, don't go to bed
Chaos is brewing;
Demons in souls