Nothing to lose
I got nothing: got no things, got no money, got nothing to say, nothing to do or be; for I am nothing, just a speck, just a blip, just a little bit more of the everlasting emptiness. I am lucky: many people are holding on to a lot more than I. They have things and friends and family galore, consumed by their consumption. What do I have? A blanket over my knees, a mouthful of phlegm and a desire to go to the bathroom. There may be more, but these are the most immediate things for now.