The City Bum
A human living in the slums
Was sitting in a vacant lot
Together with some other bums
While drinking booze and smoking pot
Till late into the summer night,
When in a melancholy mood
The human had an inner sight.
"Hey, man," he said, "just once I should
Wake up without the broken glass
And trash and cardboard on the ground
But with pizzazz and class
And pretty flowers all around."
By midnight he was stoned and drunk,
But still they had another round
Before he started for his bunk
And staggered homewards bound.
And as he stumbled though the park
He fell and crumpled in a heap.
But no one saw him in the dark,
A silent figure deep asleep.
He slept the whole night through
Until the early sky turned red.
That's when his wish came true,
He woke up in a flower bed.