Here you will find the Poem On Being A Householder of poet Alan Dugan
I live inside of a machine or machines. Every time one goes off another starts. Why don?t I go outside and sleep on the ground. It is because I?m scared of the open night and stars looking down at me as God?s eyes, full of questions; and when I do sleep out alone I wake up soaking wet with the dew-fall and am being snuffed at by a female fox who stinks from being skunked. Also there are carrion insects climbing my private parts. Therefore I would find shelter in houses, rented or owned. Anything that money can build or buy is better than the nothing of the sky at night, the stars being the visible past.
