Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan
Sucking up
whatever lies around
hoping for a laugh or high,
from everything you’ve found.
No permanence, no home,
your world is you and you alone,
nowhere to go, nothing to feel
never touch anything that is real.
Try, use, take,
what difference will it make
when you bite into that line
that reels you in for one last time
Bottom feeder.
©2016 Sharron R. McMillan
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