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belt loops need an occupant, pants two sizes too big, like a shot up mig cuffs wearing thin, see, red heels?, bags and bags of leg space, oh how thin, now is your face, years younger than you looked before, mind your limp and crooked back, your broken down body, has lightened the load, here have another hot toddy, the weather she bodes, ill, sit close out of the wind, had supper?, wait till we fend, after the restaurants close, the best chow?, well our noses will know, no it wasn't supposed to be like this, promised you Camelot too bad I drank alot then and now, promised you cars and vacations, now begging outside gas stations, promise you a place, a palace, now we get broke down malice, my skin is not thick as the smoke we smoke, yet they yell and swear, give a kick or a poke, when they find me out cold in the cold we need each other, for no one else wants us, anywhere near them, no family to take care, not that they would we are broke we are down so much malice, in a world that has everything we need a warm place, we need good food, please don't treat me like a fool, we need people to know we weren't this way...always ©DWE022014
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
broke down malice
belt loops need an occupant, pants two sizes too big, like a shot up mig cuffs wearing thin, see, red heels?, bags and bags of leg space, oh how thin, now is your face, years younger than you looked before, mind your limp and crooked back, your broken down body, has lightened the load, here have another hot toddy, the weather she bodes, ill, sit close out of the wind, had supper?, wait till we fend, after the restaurants close, the best chow?, well our noses will know, no it wasn't supposed to be like this, promised you Camelot too bad I drank alot then and now, promised you cars and vacations, now begging outside gas stations, promise you a place, a palace, now we get broke down malice, my skin is not thick as the smoke we smoke, yet they yell and swear, give a kick or a poke, when they find me out cold in the cold we need each other, for no one else wants us, anywhere near them, no family to take care, not that they would we are broke we are down so much malice, in a world that has everything we need a warm place, we need good food, please don't treat me like a fool, we need people to know we weren't this way...always ©DWE022014
off the cuff, for the two older street people I met a couple of times over the last three weeks, heard some conversations when they were sober and not so sober, respect and love would be a good start, so next time you see...
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
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