Your appearance, your vivid disgrace
Clad in the stink of a jean jacket, you arrive
I wake to yet another day of your broken face
Toothless and gumming
Gone because of all the harm you have caused
The harsh thought, in return
Sent to you, oh wicked
You are deserving
The great trespasser
Passing himself off as a man of respect but you have not
Trashed in the haze of your own high
You escape
But upon recovery
You expect an embrace?!
While you were away, asshole
You left lives shattered
To you the apologetic gesture, non-existent
Your game of pity, ever persistent
What respect is this?
For there are bums on streets
And there are bums like you
My respect goes to who?
The begger with the cardboard
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