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 ****.

Well now…
At least I have no ***-
To KISS.