My Poor Homeless Child

SHOT!!! Wake up baby brother, hurry, get dressed we gotta hurry, we gotta go!!!
We can't be late for school, I'm hungry that's the ONLY meal we get today you know.

WHAT?!?! Just duck tape those big open holes on the bottom of your dirty outgrown shoes!
Stop crying, fix your face, suck it up!!! We'll NEVER get new only used.

Mommy's way drunk, high, and completely on cloud ninty nine.
Man bro bro, I hope this weekend we find a pizza when we dumpster dive. 

Yet, if we don't it's okay I guess, I suppose. After all we've had outnumbered days upon days where we haven't even been able to fill our clothes.

Keep our heads up, as long as mommy is smiling, nice and her battered bruised face NEVER has to cry. 
Then our burning achy empty pits of bellies will NEVER fill foods sublime. 

So YEAH, it's all okay my baby brother stand tall lift up your head we got each other.
While our daddies child support goes straight to the dome of our mother.