Living the Good Life

Treasures have eluded me
same shirt as yesterday
same torn sneakers
same night gags.

Where do paupers rest
park bench studios
internet cafes
appliance boxes?

Is there a savior
surrounding
oily necks
or piss scented hideaways?

Jail cell luxury
is best for me
three hots and a cot
god loves us all.

Jesus left today
black Lexus
with sirens blasting
those morning prayers.