25 April 2012
Do you see the man with straggly hair?
No money for food or change for fare.
His nails are black and teeth are rotten,
He knows more than you've forgotten.
He lives in a box with his sleeping bag,
A little dog and a porno mag.
The snow is coming - winter's cold,
He's got no one at all to hold.
All alone with time to think
No wonder he has turned to drink!
If you see him in the street
Give him money so he can eat.
Tramp • Opuss № I