He looked down at his swollen feet
His ***** bedding, his rocky pillows
His out door rest room
While the rich ate Portobello mushrooms
Simmer in brown gravy.
They pulled up alongside his box fence
The tinted window rolled down a hand
Reaches out “keep the change they mumble”
The taste of a poor man‘s grave
Is a fair exchange
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
He looked down at his swollen feet
His ***** bedding, his rocky pillows
His out door rest room
While the rich ate Portobello mushrooms
Simmer in brown gravy.
They pulled up alongside his box fence
The tinted window rolled down a hand
Reaches out “keep the change they mumble”
The taste of a poor man‘s grave
Is a fair exchange
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