The Ones On The Streets Poem by raechael woodroof

I was human once and it looked a lot like you.
Hopes, dreams, and bathrooms.
Surprisingly easy how that all slips away.
Hunkered in alleys, cops chasing when you left your leg to piss.

I used to worry about important things like what to watch, what to wear, where to go have a drink, and who might win the game.
Now it is all frivolous.
Where to sleep, when will I eat, will I find a coat to wear, and who will win the race towards death?
The junkie or the prostitute.
All so frivolous.

When I was human you would have smiled at me.
Talked to me.
If I had tripped while walking you would have even worried about my health.
Now that I am like the stray down the road you won't even look at me.
Afraid I may follow you home.
Best to not feed me I will only want more.

All these frivolous things they come and they go.
Amazing how hunger never leaves you, it is a horribly loyal companion.

Those times as a human slip from my memory now.
I clutter the street with the whores and shooters,
debris at it's finest.
We like to watch you as you do those things that humans do.
All the worrying and the shopping and the anger that your time is not respected by the other humans around you.
It amuses us itinerants.

However are content to worry about our frivolous woes.
As we sell our souls and shoot away our pains
We are constantly reminded of how you 'humans' act.

We see it in the new arrivals to our group daily.
Even the youngest have commenced to leaving your ranks.
So many little ones with the same frivolous cares I now have.

We were apart of your humanity.
We are now apart of your waste.
We know how you are.
We don't want to go back to being human like you.
Better to piss in the alley like the dogs.