The cold asphalt is his bed
Filthy sweatshirt beneath his head
Clothes torn beyond all repair
People walk by, but do they care?
Am I the only one who sheds a tear?
Does it really matter how he got there?

Maybe he drank himself out of a job
Perhaps his whole life he was a drunken slob
Or maybe he just had some bad luck
Either way, I say, What the fuck!

People complain About,
Gas wasting cars
And about people
Smoking cigarettes in bars
NASA explores,
To find life on Mars
And small breasted women,
Search for Wonder Bras

And here on the street
A man is dying before your eyes
Wake the fuck up people
I think it is time we prioritize

We have whackos out there
Trying to save trees
And small bodies of water
Infested with disease

But another human life
They don’t give a shit
Because with their agenda
It just does not fit

Billions in taxes
Are wasted every year
So there is no reason
For this man to be here

Whether in a shelter
Or in a crowded jail cell
Get this man off the street
Because THIS is his hell.

 
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