"I Really Want A Boy"   (a poem for addicts)   We all are sexed, and so that second hand romantic language we grew accustomed to when young and optimistic milked each ounce and inch of our lonely squirrel cage.   If it was advantageous to the user, owning anything implied the convenience of an unconditional, one sided purpose.   Out on the streets people say they take possession of their homes, that disappointment is bitter and victory is sweet.   But now I know those derivatives mistreat and harm the young; nearly all come out abused. To use another is to consume them. And within those pricy homes they say the kind of work the young should do is dirty and the going rate is cheap.