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I’m homeless as I stand here before you in pled of some money, would you give some to me? I use to have a job, and a family who cared for me, and I think they still do, but I can’t reach or scream loud enough to reach them.



I have a story, but will you listen?

I lay on this cardboard box where it feels somewhat comfortable after three weeks.

Don’t have anything to give me on the spot,

Don’t worry I already made this piece of concrete my territory.

I have a serial number on my box, but don’t try to mail me anything, because I already tried.

I have an odor that travels with me, a stomach that makes weird sounds, and yellow sunshine teeth. Don’t be afraid, as you may not understand, but are you going to get me something to eat? I went to the army station on 42nd street today, to be all I can be.

But they rejected me for not having a social security number.

But I did once notice tattoo numbers on my friend’s arm who lives with me.

Do you know what that means?

I know how to read, but I can’t afford the New York Times,

but I do go to libraries and read a book or two. I have read many novels. I can only explain the books mid-way as I always got kicked out, based on my appearance and complaints.

My clothes were clean at one time, but now they are dirty. I wish I can buy an Armani suit so I can go on job interviews, but where would they send my acceptance letter to?

I’m might be what you considered to be free. No class to attend or family to love or job to run. In other words an American bum.

I may not have any income, but I am not dumb. I have created my original handbook “Bums for Dummies including rich ones.” I live on your income, for the time being. I love how you litter your newspapers, and sometimes on top of me.

That gives me something to read and it keeps me warm and it’s used to keep me clean.

I also like when you eat with your eyes and throw the rest in the garbage, that’s my 5 star eatery.

I had dreams that once was lived, and killed by the same people who gave me weird looks as they walked by me pretending that the spare change in their pocket was not good enough for me. I might take the money and buy some weed, but I guess you were not listening when I said I don’t have that card called a social security for a job. There goes my income tax return, dental, and medical needs. Needless to say I don’t have a permanent address, so what bank would offer me a savings?