Mr Nobody-
"In dispose is the physical realm that’s torture and tattered;
Oh! Filthy dirty man often disposed, displaced and unraveled;
Stinking so the man this miff of a man stinky-baggy and torn;
Destitute turnt loose onto the pretty fragranced populace;
Count on one hand the many times he has fallen;
While on the other hand counting the times he’s calling;
He’s mad at God right now he’s not a believer at all;
Half his family has died, while the other half ignored so;
At odds with them and himself living on a shelf;
Below the interstate highway as people with homes go by-way;
Yet still so tattered and torn, wishing he wasn’t birth-born;
So tragic is he Mr. Nobody;
Nobody the homeless man without a home;
Nobody without a means work, live, eat, he just rome;
Nobody the man no one cares about;
Nobody the starving, dirty, destitute homeless man to your house;"
2/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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