He's just wondering around

As if trying to look for

Something,

Someone,

Some purpose.

He whistles loudly

Trying to get

Anyone and everyone's

Attention just to see

If someone will give him

The time of day.

He'll do anything to

Get spare change.

First

He dances for us,

Almost like a spastic squid.

Then

He sings for us,

And old country song

That no ones heard

In the past decade.

He asks us for another beer

But he doesn't see the problem.

If he has another one,

He'd pass out right there

From alcohol poisoning.

He hasn't been

Sober for days

And he has a long

Scratch down the side

Of his nose

From one of the

Many

Many

Bar fights

He's been in recently.

He's wearing

A really baggy shirt

That used to be a

Bright cherry red

That has now turned

A crimson color.

Almost the same color of my

Old rusty bike

That's in the corner

Of the garage.

He even brings over

One of his other drunk friends

Who has lied way

Too many times.

He's just struggling

To get by with very little.

The streets are the only

Place he has to go and

His only family is the others.

He wonders how he got

This way depending

On something so small

But it's the only

He gets the empty void

To feel full again

~dreamer_25