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the bum

the bum wanders 

from here to nowhere 

he doesn’t want to be

here yet he chooses

to go nowhere

there is his utopia

visible to us yet 

barely to him

and chooses to stay 

here and to go nowhere

and he is the grand

malingerer 

without ambition

for his own ideas

and without

ambition he is free

to construct the

destruction of time

the chicken is a

symbol wandering 

in a sober stupor

waiting for the end

and they collect by

the cesspools to

take a drink

and they stand 

in the rain to wash

their feathers

of the mud that

stains them