The five of us found ourselves homeless
Alleys and main streets clear and clean
Staring us in the face, direct and mean
Making us ashamed of our own dishelved states
We tried to make ourselves comfortable in the local park
But the trees were sparse and the grass itself cut short
Passersby could see us and looked on in disfavor
our unmatching clothes unpredictable behaviour
Life was free but we felt exposed and observed
Lack was a bully, the last cigarette was a furious fist fight
Last swallow of rum even more violent especially at night
But we wept together we stunk together
We cultivated pity from the gullible for donations
Partook in theft and misdeed knowing how unsavory
And we'd flee together when locals rose up outraged
But the city became cleaner and our filth more obvious
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