Olive Homeless
He’s got Jesus beside him,
out bicycle riding.
His skirt doesn’t cover much of his boots.
She’s lonely without it,
and I doubt if,
She’ll ever feel accompanied again.
They’re missing the motions,
emote dried up oceans,
and nothing you say can change where they’ve been.
Drown in the years, you start out treading beers,
Cocaine to meth, swim into heroin.
The all of homeless, drunk and known that
They’re not likely to come above water again.
People are Talking, Talking 'bout People