Don't feel like home

He's a little out

And all these words elope

It's nothing like your poem

Putting in, inputting in

Don't feel like methadone

A scratching voice, all alone

There's nothing like your baritone

One uninvited chromosome

A blanket like the ozone

All that he needs, it's home

The little that he frees

Is nothing he believes

Saving up a sunny day

Something maybe two tone

Anything of his own

A chip off the cornerstore

Who's kidding, rainy day

A one way ticket headstone

Occupations overthrown

A whispher through a megaphone

And all that he frees

A little bittersweet, it's home

That little that you see, it's home