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DRIFTER!
From the dusty lopsided boots,
jeans with holes in them,
black stained-collar shirt.
Pale face, boney cheeks
and this dandruff, ‘nd unkempt
hair deal but one not so firm
for a mind.
Always lookin’ around; to steal
or run, if I ain’t wobbly,
then this belly rumbles,
the booty is huntin’ me down!
Old Riley knows me for a fool!
But, hey! Am tryna’ find myself
though in the wrong places!
Send me no bounty hunters.
Just a son of a sinner.
One day he’ll be front-row,
come Sunday mornin’.
And the drifter will say,
“Can I have an amen!”
#homeless
© Michael WRITTER
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