
Envy
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
there’s an old fat homeless man that sleeps on the street by my building
with a santa beard
and a ponderous gut
and windshield glasses from the 90s
and every time i pass his corner
he’s tucked into his own little world
asleep on the cardboard
next to a pile of books
with a satisfied smile
and something
that
i
haven’t got

