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~Hobo~
A rat is chewing off my toe,
Why? I should probably know...
I'm a hobo livin' in a dumpster.
With no place to come or go.
The streets are my bed,
My gums are black and red,
That trash can is my toilet,
And my whole left arm is dead!
I wanna live in a house,
I wanna have a nice spouse.
I'd rather eat some turkey,
Then nawing this dead mouse.
I have my own job,
Beggin' for money from Average Bob.
Some people call it stealing,
But I'm not one to rob.
I try so hard to survive,
I really try to thrive.
But nothin' seems to work for me.
My life is a constant dive.
But eventually I should hit the rock,
Maybe get a new sock,
Maybe I'll start to rise again,
But who am I to talk?
- by Desolation Abstract |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/15/2011 |
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- Title: Hobo
- Artist: Desolation Abstract
- Description: Just kind of a short poem about a hobo, not much else to say.
- Date: 10/15/2011
- Tags: hobopoempoetryrhymeschemeaaba
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