Every Bum In Our Slum

I know like a solvable sum Every Samson’s riddle bum Roaming our banal slum Besides my tricky chum With his insincere dum-dum–dum! Not in his favor His ear- assaulting chewing gum, A thing to not savor His disquieting rum… If not slapping some drum, Strangers asking where they came from, Glowering at the seemingly dumb. Sometimes, touching tunes does hum But with a face decidedly glum And not infrequently hitting his mum For recklessly postponing his plum. .