Rum Gums

For the Spirit

Busking on the streets

Trying to keep the beat

Alive and moving in my feet

But it's hard, 'cuz I'm an amputee.

Slopped in a wheel-chair

Losing all of my hair

Trying to make some bus fare

Feel the breeze in the dirty air.

They call me street scum

But they don't understand my wisdom.

They don't understand what I've become

And how I have succumbed 

To the rhythm of the drum

Irresistible, like a threesome

But I'm still in the slums

Being beaten by hoodlums

Just because I am a bum

That they call Rum Gums

Reviews

[hmm]

powerful ponderful read, enjoyed this