Living on the road,
Journey from town to town…
Watching- all the faces with a frown.
Far and wide I travel,
No man wonders where I go…
Not even I- care to know.
With a black bag, sitting on the street.
Level with the rich mans
Holy Feet.
Forever he will strive to
Live for money
He knows not why.
To pursue a lie,
Just to live and die.
He passed me in a quick
Flash of black and white.
To much of a hurry,
To Live his own life.
Not much do I miss,
Unlike all the rest.
But I swear I saw…
A brown stain on his lips.
I may not have very much…
My clothes filled with dust.
Mementos from the times-
I ran, on a bust.
Even though I’ve never had
What the world says I need.
I’ll never miss,
The unfulfilled pleasures of
Unending greed.
Like a silver toilet,
Just to take a piss.
Well now…
At least I have no ass-
To KISS.