Travellin' Hobos
Two days past eighty,
He was waiting for the bus in his torn up jeans.
Sat down in a booth with a smoke in between his teeth
Stared at the girl with mold in her hair
He's a little creepy so she looks at him again,
And he said would you wanna be my friend
And walk with me, down that dark road
I'm feeling a little low
She said sure, where ever you wanna go

So they went down and they sat in the alley
He said I bet your pimp knows where you are but I don't care
I got no one to send a quarter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

Chorus: I lied
Always gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too dim for him they told her
Waitin' for the money of a travelin' hobo
Our deal will never, ever end
Waitin' for that package to come back again
Watched the TV when the letter said
Cops are coming, lets go.

So the letters came from a concentration camp
In Russia then Ontario
And he told her of his burn marks
It might be mad cow and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda itchy over here
I think of that day sittin' down in the alley
And I close my eyes and see your green smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to see for a while

[Chorus]

One Friday night at a bumfights game
The bids were taken and the rap music began
A man announced that a hobo had died
Twitching all alone under the the rusty tarp
Was a guy who thought he was a girl
In the end, nobody really cared
But a little old lady with mold in her hair.

[Chorus x2]

I really, really need a hobby.

I write parodies of songs from time to time. If anyone wants one shoot me a msg of the song and I might write one for you!
Laura W "Newfie Alert" Ecstatic - 14 years, 2 days ago

The Worry-Wart-Stalker.

I know it's creepy to stare, but I think I'm kinda worried,
That sad solemn smile in the crowd would frighten Charles Manson.
Dragging your feet on the wet pavement reminds you that you're all alone,
The tears from yesterday are recycled day after day,
You tried to talk, but he didn't give a fuck.

You say you're happy, and others would agree.
But they don't see you, when you're standing on the edge of a tree.
He says that he didn't mean it, but damn', next time he may just trip,
Intro the wrong direction and his fist may just slip,
"It was an accident" you will just say.
But, to this day you're just digging your own grave.

Black eyes and busted lips are all products of the future with him,
You'll go on a whim, and say it isn't this.
I know you're afraid of flying,
But, holy shit it's better than dying.

I dig random fits of poetry writing, bite me.









Laura W "Newfie Alert" Ecstatic - 14 years, 11 months, 18 days ago

I'm gonna tear you apart,
rip you back together,
break all that's left
and hold it forever.

Hidden for safe keeping,
blocked for safety.
Is what I was.
Now I'm nothing but a backwards oxymoron.

You say you're confused.
I say you're dim and enlightened.
You think twice,
I stop mid-sentence.
Some say negatives cancel out, but it seems they just keep cancelin'

I just kinda thought this up on the spot. It really doesn't mean anything specific. I do dig the flow of it, though.
Laura W "Newfie Alert" Ecstatic - 15 years, 1 month, 23 days ago