Shambolic

Had the realization that I am like one of those men pushing a shopping cart around town. The cart is filled with an assortment of rubbish and bags, cast offs and artifacts, the person propelling it is dressed in a rough and uncaring way. In his own mind he may believe he is travelling around town with his possessions loaded aboard a pick up truck. But in truth he is destitute, a vagabond pushing a cart of shambolic debris.
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