137 - Homeless

At night by the light of the stars

Here I am sat on a bench in the park

I look up and I can see so far

And I can pick my nose in the dark

It's quiet out here past daylight

And people, though try as they might

Cannot see me, because it's not bright

Above me, there's a small satellite

It's great on nights like this

Not too cold, not too warm, it's just bliss

I think it might be somewhat remiss

Not to go to the bush for a piss

There's just me and the insects around

They're below me, deep in the ground

I want to say something profound

But my thoughts in the dark are just drowned

There's not a sound to be heard

Except perhaps for the occasional bird

I think that it's April the Third

As I squat down and squeeze out a turd

How many times have I sat here alone?

On this bench with all that I own?

The course of my life is unknown

The smell of the earth - my cologne

I wander to the river bank

Take a seat on a rotten old plank

The one next to the smashed up fishtank

Maybe it's time for a wank

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