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Bum Joy
In a house of sordid rhyme
A useless boy will waste his time
In hopes to find a destiny
That approves of him, and approves of me
He's content to glide upon the snow
Letting all distortion go
Burning scratch on needs to live
Until he needs it all again
They won't agree and won't deny
Turning heads on his surprise
But he keeps walking further out
Singing all his joys aloud
He does not work and does not beg
He sleeps 'til three and kneels to pray
That those behind will wish him well
As he looks for bits to sell
A smile that adorns his face
Will remain for days and days
While around they talk him down
He enjoys himself in his new town.
