Just A Shell Of A Man Poem by Rhett Landry

Another drunken weekend
He digs in the dumpster
Looking for his happiness
Looking for his love

He walks wobbly
He cannot get on his bike
His eyes are hollow
His spirit dead

He stumbles on nothing
But self pity
He is a beggar
Of the city

He walks a crooked walk
He talks to himself
Yells about a lost life
Bangs his head against an invisible wall

He walks his bike
And his cans towards nothing
He is nothing
But a shell of a man