Settling For Mudpies
He was a young old guy.
Rode hard and put up wet.
Life under the bridge was tough.
Oh, man, if I could just get housing...
Sleeping with one eye open
Preyed upon by the youngers
on those days after you got your check each month...
Oh, man, if I could just get housing...
Lunch at the mission was a hefty walk.
Long way to carry beer back to the camp
Laundry day at the outreach center, once a week
Oh, man, if I could just get housing...
They set him up in an apartment
Across the street from the mission and the store
No more long walks, no more fights
He took a sack of belongings with him
His demons hitched a ride
Drank himself to death that first week
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