Food for thought


Booze and fags and scallywags
Is what he's come to meet,
Hags and rags and paper bags
Blowing in the street.

A night so dark, a filthy spark
It's all so real to see.
A silent bark, another park
Can lost souls also be free?

A constant whining, no fine dining
He's not a friend, nor foe,
His bodies pining, no silver lining
He has no home to go...

  • Author: Renzi Mars (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2023 08:06
  • Category: Sad
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