Sham

Society’s a bed and

You will always need your sleep.

You can switch beds now and then,

But the ground is hard and cold,

Ask anyone who’s outcast,

Unhoused, from society.

Everyone compromises

A little bit for that bed,

And dislikes themselves for it,

A bit, and shoves the others

Aside to snatch at blankets,

Or tries to, a little bit.

And sometimes you can forget

All the heads on your pillow.