Sleeping Out

Sleeping out, without a doubt,

On the streets, without knout.

Except for words, I put about,

That can be hard to get right out.

As I try, to stay dry,

Out here now, I pray, I cry.

Stop it now, its no lie,

Whys this happening, why oh why.

Keeping clean, if you know what I mean,

Of the drugs, without a bean.

To get a place, to stay clean,

Now is hard, I know, I've been.

While this time round, upon the ground,

I write and write, for a few pounds.

Which is good, so I have found?

Now maybe I'll make it, won't that be sound.

By Dr Geebers