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Postby Tom Zart » Wed Mar 22, 2006 2:35 am


I'm just a hobo, who hides on the train;
I've got me a bottle, which feeds, on my brain.
All I once owned has been stolen or sold,
All I have left, are my memories of old.

I had a fine house, a family and sports cars;
I threw them all away for whiskey and bars.
I do most my dining from dumpsters and cans.
What you would call garbage, I eat with my hands.

I'm just a sad soul, the saddest in town.
Sometimes I look like a sick circus clown.
I lean on a lamppost in the bad part of town,
In search of a doorway, where I might bed down.

I dream of those bands that played in the park,
And all of those ladies, I kissed in the dark.
Those days are gone now, like the setting of the sun.
I?m just an old stallion that can no longer run.

Deprived of those blessings I once had in life,
I now bust my bottle and use it for a knife.
The blood of my veins shall freeze on the street;
Where tomorrow they?ll find at my defeat.

Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America
2005All Rights Reserved
Tom Zart

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