My Take On Society Poem by Ima Ryma

My parents finally did kick
Me out of the basement at home.
So a city park I did pick,
With other homeless there to roam.
Most of us there just wanted to
Do drugs and other pleasure stuff.
Support my habits I would do
Whatever for money enough
To keep me in a carefree state,
Avoiding any stress of strife,
Nothing heavy to contemplate,
Medicating my way of life.

Even though homeless I do be,
I am in high society.