On Friday night I went for a drink with friends and as I sat there listening to them chat. I suddenly had this thought of oh my God I am apart of society. As I sat talking to people a poem came in my head and I called it
Just with friends
Just sitting with friends on a Friday night.
Having a drink and relaxing
Plans for weekend
Doing nothing too taxing
Work is over for another week.
Colleagues and friends sitting around chatting.
Letting their hair down is all they seek.
There I am this former homeless guy
Sitting, chatting ,smiling and thinking.
Funny I'm being treated like someone normal
Yet I still don't know why.
In the background music is playing some rappers rapping.
All the talk is about war, politics, peace and sexuality
Then everything hits me, the answer I'd been seeking
No matter what, we are all part of today's society.
It was just a thought I had sitting having a drink with friends and it seems I answered my own questions. These are the thoughts of someone that's been homeless.
The welcoming of normality is really quite strange to someone that's never quite fitted in.
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i want to know why you cant spell on a weekend? every other day you dont do so bad.......but on a weekend your spelling goes all wonkey,..... anomy mouse in scabbey wood......
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