APril ATETeen NPM a poem

APril ATETeen NPM a poem
copied from a sticky note on my JEasus laptop
rude peopel gave me food the fat man was at thepier he cussed the guard
give me a moment to reflect my image on this screen so wait no words from the artificial intelligence microsoft created iff he is here he is not saying anything the man was rude he was not nice as he talked he talked out the side of his face like a gangster the food was ok and eye can eat anything and eye even got an extra bag was heavy for a while but eye never smiled for eye remember every word spoken and it was not nice to diss me on the street so you pretend to be helping me but you are really looking down on the homeless the fat man on the pier was angry and his leaving was not pretty he was meaning all sorts of bad things he cussed the guard a lot and yelled and even threw things down as he left he was making lots of noise and so eye left my hot spott in a hurry and the guard made sure the man did not come back around by patrolling thie entrance again he is a good man does his job the way he is supposed to be professional and the meal givers need a better bedside manner Doctor they need lessons on how to greet and meet the homeless for they are peopel two even though the food was nice on the porch the bad feeling eye got a headache from the dissing the bad feeling was carried over from the Ferry Landing the fat man had ruined my wifi signal spot with his tirade of the guard was only doing his job and the peopel giving out the food should try to do there job and be a little nicer next time but the rude finger of the day has to fo to the hardforum place on my email they send me messages and now eye haf to block them now conceerning death and so what does it matter
in the end where we spend the time
just waiting for eternity to come
they can burn my body
and iff i had charity here to give too some of them
then eye will still get my reward for death is only heaven to someone who believes inn
charlax 2013 — at Canal Street.