Repulsive bum
Is what they say
When they see me
On the street
With my bottle
Of rum,
They point and
Call me
Panhandling scum,
I ignore their threats
Of kicking my ass
And the flicking of
The cigarettes,
All from the waste
Of middle-class,
I’m sick of
The trash can
Behind the McDonald’s
It smells like piss,
Sometimes I wonder
If it matters that
I even exist,
I hate this world,
People say
Someday things
Will turn
For the better
With a key
For this metal
Fetter
And peace on
Earth will not
Be a myth
But a reality,
No more
Will I have
To cry and
Writhe,
But it is really
Hard to see,
Seems kind
Of silly
To me
As I lay
In the alley way
Watching this
World descending
Deeper everyday,
Gangs of red
And cults of white
Painting the globe
Where they have bled,
Violence was their seed
And the tree was their greed,
It all tumbles down along
The pistol stampede,
Selfish hypocrites,
Greedy politics
And liars
Slowly raping and
Setting this world
On fire
Sparked by their
Megalomania
Of peace insomnia,
Don’t succumb
To their dirty ways,
Don’t become
A part of their phase,
Don’t kill from
The same ole clichés,
Don’t be dumb,
Be different, it’ll amaze,
But don’t listen to me, I’m just panhandling scum.
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