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


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