Sickness of Home

she comes to me crying
filth all around
old white mold inside a bin
cant take it
cant stand it
living a life that has lost its happiness
I too do not like this filth
no cleanliness for me
weeks unend
drained of all generosity
being used for cash that is not earned
using everyone
unhappiness follows me around
I  must leave this place
baby crying
infested with disease
unwed mother in desperation
we must all leave