Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-26124452-20180531214931

The title bullet is about a guy meeting a homeless man, he had a great family and used to play saxophone, his family came crashing down when he's (censored due to da rules)

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It’s kinda hard being a bum in this town, where the kids run wild, running all around,

We go by behind without a sound, and we all got stories to tell,

Put a penny in the cup, you might hear us beg,

Im just a dollar short of catching the Grey Hound home,

and God bless you sir, you won’t see me no more,

cause Ill be there behind the Jiffy store,

On a bench, sour stench, clutching my cola,

a pair of swiss cheese socks and tore up shoes,

bad breath, dumpster chef, next to taco bell,

I dropped my aspirations down a wishing well,

Ugly face, peed on my pants, piano key teeth,

All these things will blind you from the man beneath,

I’m not a fool, I been to school, I’ve read Sun Tzu,

You see us bums are people too.

On the streets, where I sleep, Bullet is my name,

You see, I lost my wife and child and the whiskey is to blame,

So I been teaching gospels to the crazies on the curb,

Among all these people I’ll achieve my fame,

Cause I can’t get a job cause the dirt on my face,

I can’t find no food or a resting place,

I ain’t a bad guy, Lord knows I try,

And I’ll probably rot here in the ally where I die. 