He stands by the window looking out to the ink blue city sky. The city is asleep. The streetlights provide some entertainment to the merry light insects and a feast to lizards. The buildings bathing in the dark silhouette against the moonlit sky.
He looks around inside his room. His pristine fluffy bed, a warm blanket, AC whirring in the blackground and then his gaze turns back to the homeless sleeping on the roadside in the humid heat.
Nothing new, nothing new.
Story of every night.
He counts numbers at nights, intoxicates himself with the swig of scotch (but it never puts him to sleep), plays the same video games over again and even winning has lost its fun, his ashtray gets full of cigarette stubs.
When people call the homeless the poor, he merely smiles. If only he could buy sleep, he could be the richest person on the earth.
--- A futile attempt to take an inspiration from the 'Longview' of Green Day. Their song is way better and with fewer words.
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