The rats scurry for cover
Making home where those have none.
The mud puddles around
Blankets in the grass.
Their owners, stoned to the max
Are in their own rainbow.
Those on patrol for vacant garages
Return for oatmeal and coffee.
SSI checks mean sandwiches
But that is three days off.
There is a violent tribal order
And those in charge
Huddle under picnic tables
Planning their next strategy.
When it rains
There is no place to go.
For them, it does not stop raining.
Lithium and prozac are not
The drugs of choice.
And John David died of an overdose
Preferring death’s release to the rain.