They're not the kind you'd like to meet.
For they will upset your whole ideal,
And God forbid, they'll make you feel.
Of work and family, husbands, wives.
They're homeless people, you can tell,
For all you care, can go to hell.
Put aside your life of bliss,
And simply offer what you can,
To help survive, your fellow man.
To it's recipient, it can't be bought.
Don't laugh at them, they're not a joke,
For they are human, homeless folk.
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