Can Man
Can man lives on the streets
He is not a dead beat
He's an alcoholic
Trying to stay out of the rehab clinic.
This is a harsh reality
That only he can beat.
He keeps all his can receipts
On a dirty balance sheet
Which is a habit.
Can Man
Used to be on the county seat
Now he has no one to greet
For the people he sees aren't in to politics
And to be realistic
A horrible smell he trys to secrete.
Can Man lives on the streets.
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