Laying my head down I close my eyes
Seeing scattered visions of purple flowers
My head spinning around like a fairground whip
From drinking tequila into the small hours
My clothing consists of stuff I’ve begged, stole or borrowed
It’s in need of a wash, we’ll maybe tomorrow
For food, I drink the devils fire water
Whatever I can get, as long as it’s strong
It helps me to forget
For this is where I belong
The sidewalk is smooth
And good for my back
My only concern
Is a random attack
It’s happened before
As I’ve been laying there sleeping
They try to rob you
But I have nothing worth keeping
They call me a ***
A stain on society
I can’t keep a job
For my lack of Sobriety
When I die, I’ll be thrown
Into some unmarked grave
Not fit for your charity
Or able to be saved
Yet, I’ve forgotten more
Than some of you will know
And been to places
That you would love to go
I lived in a mansion
A palace no less
Now the street is my home
And I’m labeled homeless.