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El Pedro
Guest
I'm not so hot with poetry, but this is how I feel society is, yet they shouldn't be.
Needles stabbing in my skin
Raindrops blurring my vision
Walking down the street alone
Tortorous life, without a home
The rules, and boundaries of propriety
Like the chloroform of society
Going crazy, my mouth makes foam
Totortorous life without a home
Bound by the chains of society
Can't let go, can't be free
So I sit here writing my tortorous poem
Just a homeless guy, without a home
People walk by, clothes of rich texture
To them, I'm just one more beggar
A black spot, on the white cloth of our home
Just a homeless guy without a home
Needles stabbing in my skin
Raindrops blurring my vision
Walking down the street alone
Tortorous life, without a home
The rules, and boundaries of propriety
Like the chloroform of society
Going crazy, my mouth makes foam
Totortorous life without a home
Bound by the chains of society
Can't let go, can't be free
So I sit here writing my tortorous poem
Just a homeless guy, without a home
People walk by, clothes of rich texture
To them, I'm just one more beggar
A black spot, on the white cloth of our home
Just a homeless guy without a home