he sits on the side of the street all day
the cause of way too many bills to pay
his disposition- sad, his life- tough
his clothes are dirty, his face covered with scruff
people stay away from the stench of his feet
he’s constantly drunken and never quite neat
he’s a bum, and we all know their kind
they’re just misunderstood, stuck in a bind
some bums can be friendly and some can be strange
but their cry always echoes, “can i have some change?”