Teacher inflicted teachings to make the taught few wise.
Intellect though has became corrupted to his Scrumpy Jack Generation.
Percentage fades from dissertation delights to the quantities of chemical imbalance at the bottom of his tin prison.
Sober means somber in the same way that brain cells mean nothing.
A euphoric escape for the masses is a daily lethal liaison with a liver fighting a losing battle.
Depression, the dreadful dealer of distraction.
Focus fades over and again at the chime of every hour.
His home on that filthy seventh step of that mangled mortar frame.
The insides bombed out by the Weimar; his internal mauled by ignorance.
White Lightning and acid rain melting away the tiny remainders of his functioning mind.
The cause of his presence a mystery.
The story of his past a myth, even to him.
A mirage of memories lost beneath the greasy wire that surrounds his window; his soul eternally hidden.
Misunderstood warblings and the frequent quest for powder currency his only occupation.
Counting leaves and marking benches with forgotten names of forgotten friends to maintain his grip on reality.
Making foes over a circular piece of copper cruelty.
Ignored and irrelevant to the naked eye.
Swallowed by pity.
Disappearance goes unnoticed.
Another victim of the streets.
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