The World Is My Home

I know you say I came from here
And this is where I belong.
I may belong, but here I don't
And I won't let you stop me now
And hold me back when I know well
That this is not the place for me.
Some men were born to stay at home
And some were born to roam the world
For me, the world is one big home
And I shall visit all my home
In all the places of the world
And all the languages therein.
I wasn't born to stay behind.
I knew that years ago, in fact
And you would keep me in one place
When that was not the plan for me.

Copyright ©2005

A Day in the Life of a Homeless Man

I wake up in a crowded barracks full of noise and dirt
To hear the blaring sounds of boom boxes and
radio preachers shouting
How they can save our souls from damnation
But not from the hatred of mankind.

All hope has died, and now I wait for nothing
And spend each day trying to pretend that life
Has something to offer and tomorrow will be better
When all I have to wait for is to die
And when someone will find me, it won't matter
Because everything would have been wonderful
Had I just gotten a job, so they told me
With hate and contempt brimming in their eyes.

Copyright ©2005

Boring Blogging

When I started this blog, my intention was to reprint my columns from Street Sense for my readers. Instead, I have provided readers with a cure for insomnia. The counter shows me just how many people come to read my blog. That shows me already just how "lively" people must find the material on it. Maybe I should resort to my freshman English teacher's week long lecture on "Uses of the Comma" to liven things up?

It somewhat angers me because Jeff Gannon seems to be getting a lot more attention than I am, and he's not even a real journalist. Maybe if I displayed my family jewels on a Web site and sold my ass to everyone who was ready to pay the price, I'd get invited to the White House. After all, I'm also a bald male journalist in Washington, DC, right? Maybe that's what is required in the way of "moral values"?

Pardon me if I'm not so forgiving. My readers are as much to blame as I am for the lackluster responses. Maybe I have to use a stun gun on them to get them moving. That's not the worst idea in the world, come to think of it... I just need a license for the weapon...