Amidst the alkies, junkies, homeless and lost souls The arguing and petty squabbles Has a richness

of profanity, aggression, and violence It seems to morph into a crescendo, of intense savagery. Then dissipates with every mouthful I m comforted, with a creamy, cheesy, tuna taste As my stomach senses a hot meal I know what s important, Food is real!! The chaos diminishing And becomes background music It s a symphony of brutality and inhumanity I m safe, Lost in a tuna pasta bake.