No matter how bad a day you had
You’re not as bad off as the guy
Who made an SOS out of rocks beneath the overpass
In case a savior might fly by.
Tag Archives: Homeless
Cubism
I complained about my cubicle,
Saying it was too small,
And since it was rectangular
Was not a cube at all.
Now I’m living in a box
In back alley, USA.
I guess complaining didn’t help,
But my box is a cube, so yay?
Filed under Poems
Dirty Love
Greasy Pete and Sticky Sally
Live in a box deep in the alley.
They make their money selling worms
To fishermen who don’t mind germs.
Pete and Sally are not poor.
They’ve got what they need, and don’t want more.
Neither are the two of them homeless
Simply because their life is domeless.
Sticky Sally and Greasy Pete
Have all the food they need to eat,
They’ve got no worries and do no crime.
Who needs money? They’ve got nothing but time.
And when times get hard living on the street,
Pete’s got Sally, and Sally sticks to Pete.
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The Daily Travesty 