A sausage sizzling
in the pan,
the last two spoons
of beans from a can.
This is your feast for today,
not even a slice of bread
to help it on its way.
No milk or sugar
for a cup of tea
the cupboard is bare
its only occupant
being a flea.
Electricity will be
the next to go,
overdue bills are
stacked to the
point of overflow.
You try to keep
your head down
hoping it will go away
but instead you
watched as your
life fell into decay.
Unable to stop
your self-destruction
you just lie down
hypnotized by its seduction.
Then you came to,
when everything was gone
and now it’s just scraps
for you to survive on.

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