Hoboism.A Poem by tehScoteshHobo!Respect hobos.My life so bad,
I think it's gay, that kids can play, and have fun, with their mum.
Mine is gone, to her grave, mauled by her ex, his name was dave.
This led me to now, depressend and drunk, sleeping rough, smelling of funk. © 2011 tehScoteshHobo!Author's Note
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StatsAuthortehScoteshHobo!Glasgow, Glasgow, United KingdomAboutWell, I am currently between homes, living in a cardboard box, and begging for enough money for rent at the salvation army =) more..Writing
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