looky, look. poem
Looky, looky over there do you see me. Wait no that can't be. Then around you go with no sight of me. A rub of the head and a wallet less.
They scream at me for the things I do. But hey it just me, it the nature of things. It is wrong it's bad it a sin, oh to sad. It's only instinct sorry be back.
You can't keep me. Did you looky, look up my sleeve. It's a key these chains won't keep me. Sorry don't look back.
Down the street I sleep. The rain the only sound of rhythm I have to keep me company. Off again running up and down playing my face. Sorry my mistake, I say as I bump into people relieving them of all there weight.
Looky, look I see big brother. Oh he's after me. Look likes i got to run. Can't stay in one place it seems.
Looky, look I seem to have trip up on something. Now they surround me. Quick with a smile I put my hands up. Down they push me to the dirt. Up I'm pulled soaked Yes. You missing something. In the car they put me.
Did you think I be taken like this. A quick bend of the hand and a trun of the wrist. Then they release. Opening my door they grab me by my shoulder. Looky, look over there it's me... around he turns then on his back he looks up in my face. Sorry be back. It's just instinct and nature no time to explain. The rain is singing my beat. Sleeping down the street, looky it's me. Don't fall for me.