Equal measure

Living in a doorway
has its own attractions
Sovereign of myself
and despised by everything
around me in equal measure

The cold gets me down
and the damp gets on my chest
but my soul is my own
I'm a Doctor of Words
and a Gentleman of Leisure

I'm invisible to you
Hidden in the here and now
You pass me every morning
with your head in a meeting
and your heart under pressure

When you walk past again
you would think I'd never moved
if you noticed me at all, but you don't
you just despise me and everything
around you in equal measure