I run,
Im a bum.
Im one of those guys,
Who drink rum,
out of a paper bag.

I hear you laugh,
and yell at me.
Tell me to "Go kill myself"
and to stop being alive.

I hear you and I abide,
Because i hate my life.
Living on the streets,
Dirty and stinkin',
like a skunk dead on posion treats.

But its ok,
Because i have my fun.
I laugh at you,
When you walk away.
Yes it's true,
I laughed when you dropped your tray.

Its not that hard,
Of a life i mean.
I live for free,
I stay where i please.
SO what if i cant take a shower,
or eat every time my stomach grumbles.

Who needs food,
Or water to drink,
never mind wash behind my ears.
So you see there aint no fears.

For ive been livin my years,
Havent shed any tears.
Ive just waited for the right time,
to take you on the side street,
Rape you,
then leave you to die,
while i steal your identity,
and live your Life.

Now you can see first hand,
How hard it is to be me.
How hard it is to be laughed at,
Yelled at,
And overall abused.
So now you can go "kill yourself"
And you will too,
Because us bums,
hate to be alive.
 
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