Homeless Sage

by Frank Mort Jr.

Weather worn face.

I've been every place.

Smell like piss and

other stench.

Slept under a

park bench.

Don't give up on me.

I've a need to be free.

Ever since I was three,

Sitting upon my

Mom's Pimp's knee.

Be glad you're not me,

Homeless at age 43.

Homeless Sage by Frank Mort Jr.

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