Meet the Stree

MEET THE STREET One really must know the street before you want to live on one I don’t mean a house or an apartment on a street… I mean live on the street You’d better know how to fight, how to surrender and when to run And one should also practice being orderly and oh so discreet There’s Old Man Joe and his friend Fred who seem okay But if you own anything at all don’t turn your back on the pair Because this ain’t just talk since I live here from day to day And don’t come running to the other street dwellers if you need someone to care Ain’t no one on the street that gives a damn about you and what you need Be it food, drink, comfort or just someone to bandage you when you’re hurt Shoot, dudes who live on the street wouldn’t stop your spurting blood while you bleed And then there are the rich who pass by and won’t give up a buck as they treat you like dirt So I’m giving you ample warning and the rest is all up to you You can keep doing your thing and lay in that warm comfy bed Because I swear on everything holy that the following statement is true If you need to live on the streets you’d better have eyes in front and in back of your head ©2011.….poefree