the bums and the homeless
By Invisible Poet •
if only i could grow faster
and out grow this stupid life
this is just a disaster
what a world stricken by strife
no one knows the suffering that we go through everyday
they just walk on
they wont even tell us the time of day
they treat us all like a cons
they no not worry or sorrow
they no not what we go through
they will still have food tommorrow
and a warm place to sleep too
not the boxes and the alleys like us
not the corners for dinner
and the dumpsters at toys'r us
they just call you a sinner
and walk on
to their job that you couldn't get
they just say your too far gone
so you slip away quietly, you've paid your debt