Look at me, what do you see,
A tramp on the street, that is me.
Not a poet, that really knows it,
Who would love a chance, now to show it.
Begging for money, oh what a dummy,
With an addiction, that is not funny.
Now this is me, a poet to be,
Struggling and surviving to set myself free.
By Dr Geebers
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