What’s it like I wonder
sleeping with strangers day after day
for money
for dope
for a living
to breathe
what do you think of
first thing in the morning
when you’re dope sick
and cold
and it hurts to wear clothes
what color is the sky
when you wait to be bought
what goes through your mind
when you pass by a playground
dope sick
and looking for strangers to feed it
what’s it like I wonder
when does it happen
how many until you stop giving a damn
after the first or after the last
how does it feel to die for a living
why is it harder to stop
when you have.