Man Without a Home

Punching a clock
Make it stop
Hours on end
Essentially what a crock.

 

Eating steak
never happening
In this state
Looking for a break.

 

Lots of people
Never know how I feel
Never seen real
Just lying a life of frills.

 

Bacons for winners
Left overs is all I get
Street corners
And life’s pimps

 

Once in a while
Life should smile
Begging for coins
Cause that’s how it’s done
Shit, this ain’t no fun.

 

Remember me
As you drive on by
I used to be
On the other side.

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