Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
My friend, I fear you'll never see
The ripe old age of 93
But that don't matter anyhow
To me, you're ripe enough right now!
At 93, your home will be
A cardboard box in some alley.
Trapping rats for barbeque
As cats come by to whizz on you.
Whenever someone passes by
You'll scream "A handsome man was I!"
"I used to write sweet poetry!!
How dare you stare and laugh at me?!"
"I know my hair is full of ants
But I once worked in nuclear plants!
This wretched creature you now see
Had this whole world depend on me!"
"I was a SAILOR!", you'll go on...
"Who loved to see the crack of dawn!
'Til Dawn was seen by Lorelie
Who packed her bags and said goodbye."
"Don't look at me with pitied eyes!
Some folks considered me quite wise!
(Of course, this last part wasn't true
But what's a beggar supposed to do?)
"I know, to you, I may seem strange
But I'm not...hey, you got some change?
I need some tuna for my cats
And bait to catch those tender rats."
"Sure, walk away, you stoopid bums!
I'm still a man, whatever comes.
Messing with one man put me here...
Oh, how I curse you, Balladeer!!!"