Hungry Hungry Hobo Poem by Frank Sobolewski

He wallowed in the dirt
with the sand and the muck
saying, 'Brother can you spare a buck? '
He say 'I ain't got the time.'
'well how 'bout a dime? '
Denied

Beggars sigh
as the cars pass by
my oh my

Please help, I'm down on my luck
I lack even a buck
And I don't know why
I need me a bottle, a taco, and top

suddenly; beggars dream
got me a 20
man say spend it wisely

so i bought me a beer
then i bought me a forty
by the end of the night
could not walk upright

left to stumble around
on flat ground

incapacitated, world spinning around me
I unrolled my pack, fell dead asleep
right on the side of a street
let it rain on me

woke up
Where the F$$K is the rest of my money! ?

Got outta that city
Repeat