Scavenger

I find my home out on the street.
All sorts of people that I meet,
I find my home amongst the trash...
Teabags, apple cores, all in my stash,
I keep it down, it's quite a feat.

I get my water from the drains,
It's dirty but I figure it's all the same.
Once in a while I'm thrown a penny,
I've gathered a few, but I've not got many...
I keep my head through the storms and rain

Is it cheating, to sit and beg?
Or shall I starve on the streets instead,
I scavenge through what I can find
As I ignore what courses through my mind
I wish I could find an inside bed.