The Streets

 




“The Streets”

 

I fell asleep, with nothing to eat.

The streets are thin and bare.

People come and go like winter’s snow.

The drugs everywhere.

The last one hit had a really bad trip,

landed me in jail.

The man with the star, who plays guitar!

Offer me some bail!

What I see still bothers me,

there’s no cure insight.

When you’re on the road, looking for the gold.

Plan on spending a night.

 

William J. Roney III

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