Homeless Serenade

I guzzle down poison in paper cups.
My barf has a wicked stench.
I smell like a litter of butchered pups
When I sleep on my subway bench.

What I am is you within.
The truth that you bury or flush.
Open your mouth. Beneath your skin
I am the voice that you hush.

I'm a living latrine, a horror in rags.
You rot like the living dead.
I carry my trash in shopping bags;
Your garbage is stuffed in your head.

Don't run from the day like a cowardly mole.
I've got a john that's cheap.
Let's make love on a toilet bowl.
We'll sit on the can and sleep.