Would you like to be homeless

Would you like to be homeless
Would you like to be on the street
Would you like to have smelly clothes
And really smelly feet

Would you like to have no income
Would you like to have no job
Would you like to live rough
Or be called a snob

Would you like to beg and steal
Would you like to understand
Would you like to help
Or would you like to be dammed

Yet when someone wants to help
Even though their homeless too
Some charities don’t care
So what would you do

To turn this around
Through art at its best
To do something good
In life’s real test

Well this is the truth
With a story to tell
Through one mans journey
In this living hell

Under a daft name
For everyone to see
Who is called Dr Geebers
Now that is me

So thank you everyone
From deep in my heart
You’ve all done me proud
So I could create my art

Around the U.K. coast
To help people like me
Who ends up homeless
Yet shared his love for free

So have a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Now I can help others
Through my new career

With a book for everyone 

In respectful glory
To help many charities
With a real life story

Respect to you all 

And have a good time
This Poem is for all of you
Nicely written in rhyme

Even though I’m not homeless 

Not now anyway
I found someone special
Who’s brightened my day

Due to creating art 

For everyone to see
What a wonderful ending
To happen to me

Maybe sometime in the future 

I can do this once more
With real sponcership
Right round our shore

To give 3 others a chance 

To live the dream
Of walking the coast
If you know what I mean

Since there is loads of artists 

Who need a hand
To get that one chance
To become grand

Yet its hard when you have nothing 

To create art so pure
But Dr Geebers is not quitting
And wants this for sure

So thank you everyone 

From deep in my heart
For giving me a chance
To show my pebble art

And I’ll say it again 

Without any fear
Have a Merry Christmas
And a happy New Year

Then seven and a half months later

Its been a tough time

And I messed up again

In glorious sunshine

But now the time has come

In Brighton once more

To make this book happen

Which is total hardcore

As I sleep on the streets

Through rain, hail and snow

Oh what a hard life

For anyone I know

Yet Christmas is coming

Oh what a bore

Yet lets all be Merry

As I say this one more

Have a Merry Christmas

And a happy New Year

And think of those less fortunate

As your drinking your beer