Irreverence? Probably?

Poverty stricken, finger lickin


dumpster divin, hardly survivin


yer chicken weren't that bad though


but the Sheriffs comin, and I gotta go.





Don't pity me, I hold no sign


go on yer way, and I'll make mine.


Raggedy is as raggedy does


and so what if old socks in Winter's my gloves





I used to have it all, like you,


then managed the stages I passed through


I sleep under bridges, often at night


and my "neighbors" wake me, when they fight.





But I'm as Free as free can be


so maybe admire me when ya see


when ya see I pick up yer cast offs Jack


just get on to yer highrise, no need to attack.





I'm out here cuz I wanna be,,,Maybe?


and I get "Sally" dinners of Turkey and gravy.


I don't owe ya nuthin, nor want yer returns


My IRS forms, I long ago burned (LOL)





I fought fer "YER" Country, so long ago


and here wearin badges, hear "Get away JOE"


I'm just doin ME, the best that I can


livin in this sweet, sweet, promised land.





Don't fault me my dirty, I can get a hot shower


and I see the Court clock, it's nearly that hour


The "bunk'll be soiled, and shabby and old


but I'll dream like a baby, as solid as Gold.

Irreverence? Probably?
Irreverent as Ever,





Flirt.





I hope it works for you.
Reply:I see it did. Report It

Reply:I liked it....as real as it gets...some do people choose the life they live...and, as you show, have less worries/stress.
Reply:This is pretty well written, and I liked it. I really enjoyed the story told within the poem about a homeless guy who still remains optimistic despite of his situation, and this flowed pretty well.
Reply:Reality always makes for a good story. This is right in the middle of us. Very well done. TD
Reply:I just know it's these that make me cry, the visual is right in front of my eyes. Welcome to the streets. Any city, any time, man...............





Mind if I post this one, just because is the first thing I thought of.? As usual I always get something from you guys.





Have you seen the old man


In the closed-down market


Kicking up the paper,


with his worn out shoes?


In his eyes you see no pride


And held loosely at his side


Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news





So how can you tell me you're lonely,


And say for you that the sun don't shine?


Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London


I'll show you something to make you change your mind





Have you seen the old girl


Who walks the streets of London


Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?


She's no time for talking,


She just keeps right on walking


Carrying her home in two carrier bags.





In the all night cafe


At a quarter past eleven,


Same old man is sitting there on his own


Looking at the world


Over the rim of his tea-cup,


Each tea last an hour


Then he wanders home alone





And have you seen the old man


Outside the seaman's mission


Memory fading with


The medal ribbons that he wears.


In our winter city,


The rain cries a little pity


For one more forgotten hero


And a world that doesn't care





So how can you tell me you're lonely,


And say for you that the sun don't shine?


Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London


I'll show you something to make you change your mind

get well flower