Street Life
Mug of Joe
Tarp hung low
Living under an over pass
Is better than dancing in jail
Day old butts
And dumpster meals
A cart with just three wheels
Got a place staked out
On the corner of Main
Cardboard on my chest
Says, “Bless you anything will help”
I dyed my haired in a Exxon
And took a shower in the rain
Going to take it to California
Where the weather suits my clothes
It’s too damn hot in Birmingham
And the women are so cold
Old Dirt Clod Betty won’t
Share her wine
And Lawanda is a *****
A man like me don’t have the time
To put up with this ********
So I tell them they can sleep alone
And chew on and old dog bone
I know one day I’ll make it home
It’s not that far away
Because I am a lucky man
I got no bills to pay
You see I’m saving up my money
To get a V.A. loan
And buy a condo in East L.A.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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