Look at that tramp lay on the floor on his own in the shop door Nothing but a mound of cowardness and despair How did this come to be ? do you really care ? This man was never given a chance This man failed to learn how to believe failed to assert ,failed to achieve miserable and wet,another day asking for your money in a undignified way How can he define right from wrong living like vermine for so long Who is to blame ? or what a shame ? throw him 20p and never say a word again junkie scum bag there all the same Night by night living in fear living at the bottom, never sheading a tear feeling down drink more beer ,cider ,wine commit crime ,rob your grandma for a white line sometimes i wanna shoot the fucker dont care about doin time Why o why can this be this could of happend to you or me Give him love give him a hug ask why dont be shy say good mornin say bye bye
hi i buy the big issue sometimes (its like a magazine the homeless people sell) they confront you to buy this magazine many people ignore them i always try to acknowelegde them sometimes tho i cant be bothered with them they are people at the end of the day they deserve some respect
I dig it. But you're talking about a bum, not a tramp I'm afraid. Not that it makes any difference in your poetry, you can say whatever the hell you want, but a tramp is someone that chooses to be without a home and travels from place to place by walking/hitching/busing/hopping freight etc. The homeless guy sitting in the shop door begging for change is a bum. It's a rhetorical difference, but I thought you might be interested.
As some famous churchman said at some point, "there, but for the grace of God, goes I" as he saw a leper or some other miserable wretch walk past him. You're right, this could be any one of us. Even if not in a literal sense of being poor, we can be poor inside just as easily, and that can be just as bad sometimes.
