"Mood"

He sits on the rooftop
Bottle in a paperbag
Time seems so endless
Always time's a drag,
The pigeon coop is empty
Still holds crap and feathers
He would sleep in the rain
If he had his druthers,
It's really cold out
Especially for the month of May
Says he will get sober
Never comes that day,
The shelter is full
There's not an empty bed
In the old coup is where
Tonight he'll lay his head,
He once had wife and family
Always had good food
Now he digs in a dumpster
When eating suits his mood.
He panhandle for change
Got himself a big bottle
Tonight he'll drink to forget
Twill be Md 20/20 full throttle.
He's now in a stuper
Got drunk for drinkings sake
Like many who sleep in the cold
More tomorrow's he may not make.
JJSweets 28Sept19 21:33 hrs
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