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it's hard to be somebody
when your nobody
and that is where I be

and I sit here without a shower
because I lost my power
and theres salt all over me

an every time I leave my home
with stinky sandels that walk on there own
I think theres something to see

an I got a cavity in my moler
an I think I'm by polar
and everybody looks at me crazy

so mostly I bob around
can't aford to goto town
cause I'm as pour as could be

an when the demons come out at night
I know I'm alright 
cause theres nobody here but me

an half full is my cup
an I keep my chin up
just as solid as a tree

the midnight oil I burn
a new poem at every turn
I think makes me happy

and though I'm all alone
with no woman to call my own
I don't feel sorry you see

cause in the day I stay in the shade
turning lemons into lemonade
if I can find a cup for free

and for the food I have not
I'll eat the fish I caught
an there'll be no hunger for me

and at night I stay out of the bars
an in my hamock I watch the stars
richer than a rich man could be!

by Captain Mike Harris

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