Bros - Poem by Yen Cress
You back again?
Who sent you an invitation?
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
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
They's carefully constructed
Years ago they banished us
To the 'Nam.
'Member them cardboard hootches?
Them tin can fires?
Ain't much differ'nt here.
Ever'thing comes back home
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