The Bum br with his sliterry walk and purposeless talk their goes the bum br bitting through street lights meandering through the hum drum br the bum has no direction the bum has no way br he has so many things bottled inside yet he cannot say br he sleeps all day only then to stay awake br lighting up a few joints for plaesure sake br yes sir their goes the bum br br he buys some he sells some makes money once ina while br he has no watch to tell him he is justt whiling away time br his pockets are empty and he does'nt have a dime br he rolls weed burns some seeds br inhaling puffing away in dirty ally's and back yards br dining with hookers and some old tarts br he pimps away his life to idel banter and gossip at tea shops br his manner is mean his walk ungaily br he had nowhere to go no agenda's he keeps br only at times on his purposelessness he weeps br br Bum Bum Bum the lonely bum br a looser to some a saint to others br he looks like a sage trapped in a cage br wasting away his life page by page br year by year he ages away br making no sound likea broken drum br yes sir theit goes the bumbr br Anuj Tikkubr br