BUM continued
get a job
they say
get a job
they're jealous
they look at me and say
what does he do?how does he live?
how does he eat
in the nice restaurants?
how can he afford
his fancy downtown apartment?
he doesn't chop meat
he doesn't wait tables
he doesn't build buildings
he must be
A BUM!
well
let me tell you something
walking dead
i'm not a bum
i'm a poet
i look at the trees
breathe the fresh air
eat slow
so i can taste my food
i'm not in a hurry
i don't take orders from anyone
and when i walk
into a bar and
read my poem
somebody buys me a drink
and when you have a drink
the buffet is FREE!
furthermore
i'll never die
anyone reads my poem
i live in there
forever
i was never a bum
bums waste their lives
bums are rude
bums care only for themselves
unlike so many good friends
i've met on cold hard streets
friends called bums by the working class
-- NO!
YOU ARE THE BUMS!YOU ARE THE BUMS!
YOU ARE THE BUMS!
don't waste your life
there's sun
and rain
there are clouds
in the sky
there are mountains
there are ants
QUIT YOUR JOBS!
GET OFF THE CHAIN GANG!
STEP OUT OF THE COW PARADE and
START DOING DRUGS!
DRINK!
SMOKE!
FUCK SOMEBODY!
go up to the richest man in town
and say
I GET DIARRHEALIKE YOU GET DIARRHEA
he won't know
what the fuck you're talking about
but
WHO CARES!
he's going to die
say to your boyfriend or girlfriend
FUCKING YOU IS NICEUNTIL YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH!
I'M LEAVING!
and then
GET OUT OF THERE!
FUCK THE RUDE LADY'S POODLE
and then
FUCK HER!
wipe her down
with animal fat
until she swells
with hives and
BLOWS UP!
go down to mcdonald's
with a .38 special
and when burger boy
fucks up the order
SHOOT HIM IN THE ZIT!
go to the stuck-up stinky
rich lady and
KICK HER IN THE CUNT!
get a job
they shout
get a job
GET A LIFE!i say
GET A LIFE!
GET LIFE!
LIVE!
LIVE!
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