Here comes another, another worthless bum
They don't have money, so they ask for some
They can get a job, just leave me alone
I'm too busy now, using my cell phone
God you smell awful, get off the damn street
This is why you scare, everyone you meet
If I had my way, you would all be gone
I don't give a damn, what you've undergone
Finally here at work, I'm to see the boss
I went in his office, the company's been lost
Hey now wait a sec, something is amiss
I just blew my wad, I can't handle this
I don't have a job, and I have no cash
Now I can't pay bills, it happened in a flash
What do I do now? I guess I should leave
Go back to my home, where it's safe to grieve
Months began to pass, I still have no job
Bills are piling up, my head begins to throb
The collectors came, and took all I own
I wish that I had saved, I wish that I had known
This can't be my fault, you all know it right?
Now I'm on the street, sleeping my first night
Streets are all so cold, how do people live?
People walk right by, refusing to give
I remember you, that bum from before
You won't believe this, I'm not rich anymore
Last night was so cold, please help me out now
I've never lived the streets, please just tell me how
Wait where are you going? I told you I need you
Please can you come back? I am now poor too
He vanished from sight, now I'll die a bum
This is all because, of the pendulum
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Baby Gurl (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, October 18 2002, 06:49 pm|
This is a great poem. I actually felt like I was in this guyz place when I read it.
|Leah (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 01:05 am|
Where do u get all the ideas to write all of this? You are a great writer and i just wanted to see where you get all of your insperations from. Interesting poem by the way!
|Seizure (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 04:55 am|
Where did I get the idea for this one? It was pulled out of the file cabinent in Seizure's head. Just wanted to write about people ignoring the homeless then put it in perspective for them...
|barb (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 05:49 am|
seizure this is a good poem . I remember being told to be nice to people when you are up cause you might need them when you are down. You explained that saying perfectly.
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