Celine Aljamil

Should i take a shit or write today?
Both are an excretion
What comes before the other?

I told the world to stop two weeks ago
But nobody is listening to me
I got paid today and you find it important
So i save it up and lock myself in
Lay on the ground and pretend to be a homeless man

I drove by him several times 
At first i thought it was to check when i would have enough change to spare him some
Then i realized it was to check up on if he’s still alive

I saw him limping once.
and then i thought if i’d give him a lump-sum he wont know what to fix first
So i laid on the floor of my bedroom 
And i looked up with the lights off
And i remembered how when i was a teenager 
With little to no wiggle space
Id think of myself a weed
That doesnt get plucked, just grows
Curbside
Best observer
Front seat to passersby 
Really, gathering so many stories
And then i went back into myself
To an empty self that wants to be a weed
Or a homeless man on a curbside
To an empty self that is a salary man 
That earns enough to save for others
Because you find it important
And i think if i could just give you this amount
The whole of it
All of it
Would you know what to do? 
Would you fix it all? 
Can you make it stop?