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There he is, sitting right there,
All the kids point and stare,
Found a cereal box in the trash,
Wrote a message that asks for cash,
Business men on their phones,
Going to their cozy homes,
Ladies and Germs; I’m here all night,
Yes, I’m a Tramp – You’ve got that right.
Public toilet - that’s my bathroom,
Over there –well that’s my bedroom,
That’s a broadsheet – it’s my quilt,
It’s your paper, it’s my silk,
Police tell me to Move along,
What can I be doing wrong?
No; I won’t move from my Site,
Yes, I’m a Tramp – You’ve got that right.
I have a dog, he’s hungry too,
Can you spare a penny or two?
Half of burger over here,
I’ll stand up and get near,
Now I’m the centre of attention,
People start to take note,
It all goes quite,
Everyone’s aware,
Digging deep into their pockets,
I don’t want your pity,
Not now,
Not now you’ve seen me like this.
Keep your money keep your might,
Yes, I’m a Tramp - You’ve got that right.
This is my Life – I’ve learnt to survive,
I have my health – I’m still alive,
I still have feelings,
An emotional ceiling ,
But it’s changed me for the good;
I don’t take things for granted – like most people would,
I’m here to remind people of my moral
Yes, I’m a Tramp – But you can call me Boral.
All the kids point and stare,
Found a cereal box in the trash,
Wrote a message that asks for cash,
Business men on their phones,
Going to their cozy homes,
Ladies and Germs; I’m here all night,
Yes, I’m a Tramp – You’ve got that right.
Public toilet - that’s my bathroom,
Over there –well that’s my bedroom,
That’s a broadsheet – it’s my quilt,
It’s your paper, it’s my silk,
Police tell me to Move along,
What can I be doing wrong?
No; I won’t move from my Site,
Yes, I’m a Tramp – You’ve got that right.
I have a dog, he’s hungry too,
Can you spare a penny or two?
Half of burger over here,
I’ll stand up and get near,
Now I’m the centre of attention,
People start to take note,
It all goes quite,
Everyone’s aware,
Digging deep into their pockets,
I don’t want your pity,
Not now,
Not now you’ve seen me like this.
Keep your money keep your might,
Yes, I’m a Tramp - You’ve got that right.
This is my Life – I’ve learnt to survive,
I have my health – I’m still alive,
I still have feelings,
An emotional ceiling ,
But it’s changed me for the good;
I don’t take things for granted – like most people would,
I’m here to remind people of my moral
Yes, I’m a Tramp – But you can call me Boral.
Yeah ditto.
Also write some more, 'twas good.
Also write some more, 'twas good.
I liked it.
I'm not sure what else to say though.
I'm not sure what else to say though.
Well there you go then,
I havent really got an apt for emotional pieces of writing as such - but i can get the message across with a rhyme, and i enjoy doing it too.
I havent really got an apt for emotional pieces of writing as such - but i can get the message across with a rhyme, and i enjoy doing it too.
Y'know, I read the title thinking you'd be off on an emotional rant about a tramp you saw at the subway. While the page was loading I thought "Subway Tramp? Sounds like a good title for a poem.
And what do I see?
...
Strange.
And what do I see?
...
Strange.
Heh, yeah - he will
DiscoDexy wrote:
> Yes, I’m a Tramp – But you can call me Borat.
Oh, he will be chuffed.
> Yes, I’m a Tramp – But you can call me Borat.
Oh, he will be chuffed.
Yeah, thats the edge i tried to spin onto it - thanks.
Heh, poetry overload.
I liked its mixture of humour and reality.
I liked its mixture of humour and reality.
There he is, sitting right there,
All the kids point and stare,
Found a cereal box in the trash,
Wrote a message that asks for cash,
Business men on their phones,
Going to their cozy homes,
Ladies and Germs; I’m here all night,
Yes, I’m a Tramp – You’ve got that right.
Public toilet - that’s my bathroom,
Over there –well that’s my bedroom,
That’s a broadsheet – it’s my quilt,
It’s your paper, it’s my silk,
Police tell me to Move along,
What can I be doing wrong?
No; I won’t move from my Site,
Yes, I’m a Tramp – You’ve got that right.
I have a dog, he’s hungry too,
Can you spare a penny or two?
Half of burger over here,
I’ll stand up and get near,
Now I’m the centre of attention,
People start to take note,
It all goes quite,
Everyone’s aware,
Digging deep into their pockets,
I don’t want your pity,
Not now,
Not now you’ve seen me like this.
Keep your money keep your might,
Yes, I’m a Tramp - You’ve got that right.
This is my Life – I’ve learnt to survive,
I have my health – I’m still alive,
I still have feelings,
An emotional ceiling ,
But it’s changed me for the good;
I don’t take things for granted – like most people would,
I’m here to remind people of my moral
Yes, I’m a Tramp – But you can call me Boral.
All the kids point and stare,
Found a cereal box in the trash,
Wrote a message that asks for cash,
Business men on their phones,
Going to their cozy homes,
Ladies and Germs; I’m here all night,
Yes, I’m a Tramp – You’ve got that right.
Public toilet - that’s my bathroom,
Over there –well that’s my bedroom,
That’s a broadsheet – it’s my quilt,
It’s your paper, it’s my silk,
Police tell me to Move along,
What can I be doing wrong?
No; I won’t move from my Site,
Yes, I’m a Tramp – You’ve got that right.
I have a dog, he’s hungry too,
Can you spare a penny or two?
Half of burger over here,
I’ll stand up and get near,
Now I’m the centre of attention,
People start to take note,
It all goes quite,
Everyone’s aware,
Digging deep into their pockets,
I don’t want your pity,
Not now,
Not now you’ve seen me like this.
Keep your money keep your might,
Yes, I’m a Tramp - You’ve got that right.
This is my Life – I’ve learnt to survive,
I have my health – I’m still alive,
I still have feelings,
An emotional ceiling ,
But it’s changed me for the good;
I don’t take things for granted – like most people would,
I’m here to remind people of my moral
Yes, I’m a Tramp – But you can call me Boral.