LITTLE  LEFT

Nobody loves you anymore,
And even if they ever did,
you have to take the boot from the floor and stomp down,
kicking your existence with never-ending persistence
and shoving it into the assholes of those disheveled souls
with assurance to not harm any disarmed harmony
of lost and wandering souls with worn out soles      
and torn out holes in their souls
If I pass, if  I pacify,
I will offer what little I have,
                    -Very little-