We got a mobile home
It goes where we go
Unless the fucking cops take it away
Woman and I, we got everything we need right here
Unless lice get real bad
Then we ditch it all, start over
Shelter gives out free clothes sometimes
But they don’t let us bring our cart in
So we sleep wherever
Better that way
Cart keep us warm
This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words are offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
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