don t feel like home he s a little out and all these words alone is nothing like your poem putting in inputting in don t feel like methadone a scratching voice all alone it s nothing like your baritone it s nothing as it seems the little that he needs it s home the little that he sees is nothing he can seize it s home one uninviting chromosome a blanket like the ozone it s nothing as it seems all that he needs is home the little that he frees is nothing he believes saving it for a sunny day something maybe two tone anything of his own a chip off the corner stone who s kidding rainy day a one way ticket headstone an occupation s overthrown a whisper through a megaphone it s nothing as it seems the little that he needs it s home the little that he sees is nothing he concedes it s home and all that he frees a little bittersweet it s home it s nothing as it seems the little that he sees it s home