The Life of a Beggar
The life of a beggar man
isn't nice, getting grub from garbage,
sleeping rough and freezing is bloody inhuman.
They spit and curse at me like I'm a savage.
I'm a man who fell on hard times
when I lost my job at the factory.
Wife-kids left me and I did crimes
to get drugs and booze so there'd be no sad memory.
Jailed many times, a ruined life.
Now I have God by my side and just beg for money
so I can get enough to rid me of strife,
become a priest and help the poor and needy.
As a pastor, my first job is to clean His Church,
Empty it of these hypocritical rats who rant false faith.
Fill His House with people who have heart-soul to search,
who'll find God and embrace His Spirit as they walk His Path.
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