Homelessness Lost

This Man Prays for Divine Favor by a Graphic Depiction of His Old Homeless Self in Immolation

Some might call it a bit of confabulistic karma to sacrifice oracles-turned-false, and thereby purify the earth.  So the effigy of Homeless T burns, baby, burns--he ain't homeless anymore!  He's lived in luxury digs for 21 months now, so--Homeless, my A$$!  He's come into bounty as a motel housekeeper--and this debonair Man-Maid will be sharing secrets of the guests.   

So farewell, Homeless T.  You were a back-door-bustin' bunch of nuthin, with only a noseful of piss to show for your vagrant travels--but now you are the newest M and M, or so say the initials--Man-Maid, M and M.

All praise and obedience to She Beyond who relieves suffering and leave in its place splendor and a pillow-mint. Let your man shed his homeless soul like a snake shedding skin.  Now his effigy burns like a blind star.  An incantation evokes the uncomfortable truth which the second life may now regard as a milestone past--

Mam? 'E, sir? 

"A mood!" 

Wa-seh?

"Dog on, T-Ass! 
Dream on, Mae! 

R. Deffe's sat no god." 
He saw doom arise, Mam.

He'll be cleansing and deodorizing the trashed Hotel America. HomelessT is dead.  Long live the Man-Maid--champion of maids of grace.