Local Bums Living in the Slums


No place is safe.
Your path will be traced.
Your existence hollow.
Not somebody to follow.
If you can't guess.
Your not my mess.
Leave me alone, just go home.
If you don't have cash, you are jobless trash.
Looking lazy & mean has become your daily theme.
No I can't spare some change.
Maybe a job would hire you if you weren't so strange.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved.

(Can you spare a job application for a homeless veteran)

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