BUMS AND LOSERS
Oh, this rag of a town.
Bums and losers all around.
On each street corner you'll meet
homeless people, way down deep.
Dark alleys and benches.
Their own private trenches.
Lost their will a long time ago.
Got nothing but their shadow.
So here I am, in this wreck of a ship.
Didn't know it was that easy to slip.
Lying on bench, on newspaper bed.
Life is a riddle, a thin red thread.
So when you pass a homeless bum,
remember how easy they become.
Bums and losers all around.
Oh, this rag of a town.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-28 at 01:11
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