The homeless addict

Every day starts the same old way
Birds singing in the month of may
The suns shining over buildings
Waking the millions

I sit up double check I’m alive
Disappointed another night survived
I brush my self down
And stretch with a frown

I store my bed behind a bin
And start panhandling for my sin
I get enough and finally a grin
I shoot it into my arm. Fin

A homeless drug addict
Living anywhere derelict
Could be worse I guess
At least I don’t have a job I detest

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