The bum he was homeless
And he lived inside a box
He had had both the measles
And chicken pox,
As a kid
Then the bum grew up
Or so he thought he did
Now he rests inside a shoebox
Concealed by,
A shoebox lid
He had seized to exist
Lived, but was dismissed
And his whole world blew up
Into a firefilled,
Inferno
The ashes settled on him
And he did so - settled too
In a big abandoned shoebox
Of which,
Nobody knew
Nobody had shoes that big!
So in this shoebox he could live!
He stayed there two days and one night!
Until the werewolf appeared by moons light!
And sat there, and stared
His eyes big, wild and filled with hope
The bum found no nightmares
He had no experience by which to cope
The world was big and demanding
Then the werewolf came this night
He gave him hope and understanding
Instead of dread and inferious fright
Instead of living this life he chose
He became something - out from under he rose
High about the cities vast skylights
Howling at the moon on brighter nights
And now this homeless bum
Is as homeless now as he was then
But he will never have to live
In a big shoebox,
Again.
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