Never thought it would be me,
carefully collecting change
on the sidewalk actin' strange,
walking up to people with a deranged
look in my eye.
trying to get by,
trying to stay high.

Never thought it would be me,
sleeping underneath a tree,
no blanket, no tv,
no real identity.
scrounging up food from the trash,
begging pedestrians for cash,
starting every morning with a splash (from my flask).

Never thought it would be me,
mumbling metaphors to my shoes,
screaming out drunken haikus,
mistaking jesus for booze.
Cherishing desperate daydreams,
lost in delusions and money schemes,
pretending everything isnt the way it seems.

11/13/2005

Posted on 11/13/2005
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