My six beds

I've got six beds in this unfortunate city
Tragic necessity for a man on the run
Two are temporary while three are leased
So its one out of six that does give me rest

I've got six married friends in this forsaken city
Subdued priorities negotiated in lust
Two gave up while three are on their way
So its one out of six that will never be free

I've got six bank accounts in this expensive city
Extravagant habits imposed by greed
Two are empty while three are overdrawn
So its one out of six that maintains my supplies

I've got six undocumented children in this hidden city
Defective contraceptives from ratchets I regret
Two I don't remember while three are yet to be named
So its one out of six that am yet to figure out

So you see its the sixes that break my luck
But the seventh day I look to
For there lies my hope

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Nov 2015