BUM
By Tom Miller
get a job
they all shout
you're a poet bum
or bum poet
or sometimes just a bum
and i wave
hello to you
and your fancy car
you're going to die
hello
sophisticated lady
at the 20 $-a-steak restaurant
an hour for your hair on hour on your face
an hour to make yourself smell
like all the fancy products
tested on defenseless bunnies
now blind deaf scarred and
mutilated
lady
you're going to die
hello
burger boy
judge me will you?
i may only have pocket change
but that's enough
to make your ass
get my fries and tell me
to have a nice day
though you hate my guts
because you decided to chop meat
for a living
decided that was what you were worth
boy
you're going to die
hello
you rich bush-league bastard
in your doc martin shoes
and your shiny sports car
with phone
bar
television set
He
who builds buildings
on top of the poor
who can't afford rent
to live in your
gold plated plastic sewers
you health club
you racquetball
you money clip
with your bank loans
car loans
house loans
you are so much
poorer than me
so much more
deprived than me
yes
you got more stuff for the moment
but you know what?
busy man
bad man
building man
butt-and-everything-in-the-world-stuck-up-in-it-man
you're going to die
hello rude lady at the denny's
hello there
hello
does this meat loaf have m.s.g.?i can't eat m.s.g.
do you fry in vegetable oil
or animal fat?
if it's animal fat
i'll get hives
i'll sue!
bring a glass of water
for my poodle
fluffy
unless it's tap water
fluffy only drinks spring water
from canada
i hope you take american express
platinum
because if you don't
i'll take my business elsewhere
over to the i-hop
or the waffle house
or the perkin's
and leave THEM my 25 cent tip!
lady
i can't afford 25 cents
for a phone call to tell you
to stick that poodle
up your dried out twat
but that's okay because
you're going to die
and to all the boyfriends
and all the girlfriends in the world
who can't stand each other
but stay together anyway
because they're too ignorant
and frightened to change
if you don't like what you've got
GET OUT!
NOW!
FIND ANOTHER HOLE!
SAVE YOURSELVES FROM YOURSELVES!
TIME IS PASSING YOU BY!
MAKE THE MOST OF IT!
because...
YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!
get a job
they say
get a job
they're jealous
they look at me and say
what does he do? how does he live?
how does he eat
in the nice restaurants?
how can he afford
his fancy downtown apartment?
he doesn't chop meat
he doesn't wait tables
he doesn't build buildings
he must be
A BUM!
well
let me tell you something
walking dead
i'm not a bum
i'm a poet
i look at the trees
breathe the fresh air
eat slow
so i can taste my food
i'm not in a hurry
i don't take orders from anyone
and when i walk
into a bar and
read my poem
somebody buys me a drink
and when you have a drink
the buffet is FREE!
furthermore
i'll never die
anyone reads my poem
i live in there
forever
i was never a bum
bums waste their lives
bums are rude
bums care only for themselves
unlike so many good friends
i've met on cold hard streets
friends called bums by the working class
-- NO!
YOU ARE THE BUMS!
YOU ARE THE BUMS!
YOU ARE THE BUMS!
don't waste your life
there's sun
and rain
there are clouds
in the sky
there are mountains
there are ants
QUIT YOUR JOBS!
GET OFF THE CHAIN GANG!
STEP OUT OF THE COW PARADE and
START DOING DRUGS!
DRINK!
SMOKE!
FUCK SOMEBODY!
go up to the richest man in town
and say
I GET DIARRHEA LIKE YOU GET DIARRHEA
he won't know
what the fuck you're talking about
but
WHO CARES!
he's going to die
say to your boyfriend or girlfriend
FUCKING YOU IS NICE UNTIL YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH!
I'M LEAVING!
and then
GET OUT OF THERE!
FUCK THE RUDE LADY'S POODLE
and then
FUCK HER!
wipe her down
with animal fat
until she swells
with hives and
BLOWS UP!
go down to mcdonald's
with a .38 special
and when burger boy
fucks up the order
SHOOT HIM IN THE ZIT!
go to the stuck-up stinky
rich lady and
KICK HER IN THE CUNT!
get a job
they shout
get a job
GET A LIFE!
i say
GET A LIFE!
GET LIFE!
LIVE!
LIVE!
i
have a life
i
have a job
i
am a poet
and my job
is to outlive
all
you
bums.
By Tom Miller
get a job
they all shout
you're a poet bum
or bum poet
or sometimes just a bum
and i wave
hello to you
and your fancy car
you're going to die
hello
sophisticated lady
at the 20 $-a-steak restaurant
an hour for your hair on hour on your face
an hour to make yourself smell
like all the fancy products
tested on defenseless bunnies
now blind deaf scarred and
mutilated
lady
you're going to die
hello
burger boy
judge me will you?
i may only have pocket change
but that's enough
to make your ass
get my fries and tell me
to have a nice day
though you hate my guts
because you decided to chop meat
for a living
decided that was what you were worth
boy
you're going to die
hello
you rich bush-league bastard
in your doc martin shoes
and your shiny sports car
with phone
bar
television set
He
who builds buildings
on top of the poor
who can't afford rent
to live in your
gold plated plastic sewers
you health club
you racquetball
you money clip
with your bank loans
car loans
house loans
you are so much
poorer than me
so much more
deprived than me
yes
you got more stuff for the moment
but you know what?
busy man
bad man
building man
butt-and-everything-in-the-world-stuck-up-in-it-man
you're going to die
hello rude lady at the denny's
hello there
hello
does this meat loaf have m.s.g.?i can't eat m.s.g.
do you fry in vegetable oil
or animal fat?
if it's animal fat
i'll get hives
i'll sue!
bring a glass of water
for my poodle
fluffy
unless it's tap water
fluffy only drinks spring water
from canada
i hope you take american express
platinum
because if you don't
i'll take my business elsewhere
over to the i-hop
or the waffle house
or the perkin's
and leave THEM my 25 cent tip!
lady
i can't afford 25 cents
for a phone call to tell you
to stick that poodle
up your dried out twat
but that's okay because
you're going to die
and to all the boyfriends
and all the girlfriends in the world
who can't stand each other
but stay together anyway
because they're too ignorant
and frightened to change
if you don't like what you've got
GET OUT!
NOW!
FIND ANOTHER HOLE!
SAVE YOURSELVES FROM YOURSELVES!
TIME IS PASSING YOU BY!
MAKE THE MOST OF IT!
because...
YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!
get a job
they say
get a job
they're jealous
they look at me and say
what does he do? how does he live?
how does he eat
in the nice restaurants?
how can he afford
his fancy downtown apartment?
he doesn't chop meat
he doesn't wait tables
he doesn't build buildings
he must be
A BUM!
well
let me tell you something
walking dead
i'm not a bum
i'm a poet
i look at the trees
breathe the fresh air
eat slow
so i can taste my food
i'm not in a hurry
i don't take orders from anyone
and when i walk
into a bar and
read my poem
somebody buys me a drink
and when you have a drink
the buffet is FREE!
furthermore
i'll never die
anyone reads my poem
i live in there
forever
i was never a bum
bums waste their lives
bums are rude
bums care only for themselves
unlike so many good friends
i've met on cold hard streets
friends called bums by the working class
-- NO!
YOU ARE THE BUMS!
YOU ARE THE BUMS!
YOU ARE THE BUMS!
don't waste your life
there's sun
and rain
there are clouds
in the sky
there are mountains
there are ants
QUIT YOUR JOBS!
GET OFF THE CHAIN GANG!
STEP OUT OF THE COW PARADE and
START DOING DRUGS!
DRINK!
SMOKE!
FUCK SOMEBODY!
go up to the richest man in town
and say
I GET DIARRHEA LIKE YOU GET DIARRHEA
he won't know
what the fuck you're talking about
but
WHO CARES!
he's going to die
say to your boyfriend or girlfriend
FUCKING YOU IS NICE UNTIL YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH!
I'M LEAVING!
and then
GET OUT OF THERE!
FUCK THE RUDE LADY'S POODLE
and then
FUCK HER!
wipe her down
with animal fat
until she swells
with hives and
BLOWS UP!
go down to mcdonald's
with a .38 special
and when burger boy
fucks up the order
SHOOT HIM IN THE ZIT!
go to the stuck-up stinky
rich lady and
KICK HER IN THE CUNT!
get a job
they shout
get a job
GET A LIFE!
i say
GET A LIFE!
GET LIFE!
LIVE!
LIVE!
i
have a life
i
have a job
i
am a poet
and my job
is to outlive
all
you
bums.
