Survival of the Richest?

Just a box car junkie in perfect penny heaven where change collected itself and left you the dividends
You were a rebel
Relentless
A pebble on the rail of every city you stow away sailed to
When the sap of sunrise beat down on morning eyes
Squinted and gripped in the heat of the moment compromised by
Where am I?
A piss in the wind and the wings that kept you singing the same song over and over
And over again
The journey never ends once it has begun its departure
And forever you strive to fill the spaces in life with panhandled dinners
A food pyramid reminiscent of liquor liquor liquor and more liquor
Or certain sinners you are able to barter with
You could starve
Who would notice
Only the one that found these words
In shambles and surface worn by the cities passed by with only blank pages to show for their worth
But the telling of stories is folded in between the pages of each day told
You are travelling higher up now to tracks made for souls
And if these words console crowds
Then they are worth their weight in gold
And you can ride for free anytime you're in town
I'll remember your face as I fall into that night train
As bukowski would say "in that drunken place, you would like to hand your heart to her and say, touch it but then give it back."
Where's the fun in that? I say
I want you to crush it and decompose it and rebuild it in the shape of your smile
Open me up and close me until you meet my demise, shake hands and awkwardly stare into each other's eyes, and then act like your boyfriend is right over there,
So
Goodbye
We've become pros at abiding the rules
Just fools waiting in line
For whatever is getting trendy
That is exactly what we will buy
No mind the expenses
Just put it on credit
We can't have the neighbors making us look bad with their expensive lawn furniture and extensive garden gnome collection
We are better than this baby
I promise you won't regret it
Even when your wallet is empty and your family isn't getting fed
And the feds are after you for taxes you already spent
And the career you tolerate is re considerable at best
Just another paycheck dipped into the ink well of debt
As you sign another check
Just a boxcar junkie waiting for change to collect
On a train to penny heaven