I sleep in the bushes
instead of the street.
I'm all the time hungry,
With nothing to eat.
You ask me why is this,
I can't answer you.
But I blame no one else.
That really is true.
My loneliness tells me
Love's gone with the past.
And if I should find love.
It just wouldn't last.
As homeless and lonely,
I'm just like my peers.
I can't find real friendship,
Too often in tears.
Right now as I write this,
I'm hungry as hell
But there's no steak to eat
I just want toyell.
Now old Mother Hubbard
Has nothing on me.
My cupboard's been empty
Since nineteen ninety three.
Some take food for granted,
Don't give it a thought.
But food is one reason
World battles werefought.
I know there are many
Good people around,
Who'd gladly be helpful,
if they could be found
So this little poem
Is written to be
A gentle persuader
That you might help me.
