The Bum <br />with his sliterry walk and purposeless talk their goes the bum <br />bitting through street lights meandering through the hum drum <br />the bum has no direction the bum has no way <br />he has so many things bottled inside yet he cannot say <br />he sleeps all day only then to stay awake <br />lighting up a few joints for plaesure sake <br />yes sir their goes the bum <br /> <br />he buys some he sells some makes money once ina while <br />he has no watch to tell him he is justt whiling away time <br />his pockets are empty and he does'nt have a dime <br />he rolls weed burns some seeds <br />inhaling puffing away in dirty ally's and back yards <br />dining with hookers and some old tarts <br />he pimps away his life to idel banter and gossip at tea shops <br />his manner is mean his walk ungaily <br />he had nowhere to go no agenda's he keeps <br />only at times on his purposelessness he weeps <br /> <br />Bum Bum Bum the lonely bum <br />a looser to some a saint to others <br />he looks like a sage trapped in a cage <br />wasting away his life page by page <br />year by year he ages away <br />making no sound likea broken drum <br />yes sir theit goes the bum<br /><br />Anuj Tikku<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bum-3/
