Bros Poem by Yen Cress

You back again?
Who sent you an invitation?
Never mind.
Welcome to the comforts of home
Among the homeless!
Sit down right there on that bald Mich'lin.
Rest yer weary legs on the Goodyear hassock.
Rest while we share
A cup of fresh-brewed
Mis'ry.

I 'member it well-the year we walked the PCH
And then rode east on the 'Hound.
My one day's panhandlin' paid the fare
For both of us.
You ol' freeloader-
You still owe me one!

We's two of a kind,
You and me,
Unwelcome in po-lite so-ciety.
Them uppity folks
Don't like the likes of us
Hangin' 'round
They's carefully constructed
Pro-fessionally deco-rated
Illusions.

Years ago they banished us
To the 'Nam.
'Member them cardboard hootches?
Them tin can fires?
Leeches?
Ain't much differ'nt here.

They say
Ever'thing comes back home
Someday.