The Basement
The basement is a place you go to sleep,Only a few hours though,
But you can't beat that right?
At least you get three meals a day,
So don't complain!
There other people out there that aren't so lucky,
The meals they get would make us sick,
Garbage meals are whats on their plate!
So when you are in the basement,
With a pillow, two blankets, and a place to lay your head.
Remember others out there are not so warm,
Laying in an alley somewhere,
With only a newspaper over them.
People here in the basement need not complain,
I feel very lucky and so should you.
Being here isn't exactly the greatest,
I'd rather be in my own warm bed,
With everything i used to own.
But i do thank my lucky stars,
I am not homeless,
With nowhere to go.
The world is a messed up place,
But it could be worse.
I won't be here long thank god,
So i am just sitting here waiting,
For my time to come out of the basement.
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