My life

People go by,
without a sigh.
they just keep walking,
they walk while talking.

i sit in the gutter,
asking for butter.
they look at me,
like im a petty flea.

i rarely ever get,
so much as a hi.
there is still plenty of time yet,
for passer byes to say hi.

i sometimes get a cofee,
at the corner shoppe.
i sometimes sit on a bench,
when it rains i get drenched.

i often get beat up,
just for laugh up.
because im a bum,
i drink lots of rum.

i sit by the water,
when it is night.
i shiver and shake,
but put up a fight.

i am a bum,
that is all i have to say.