The Cumbersome Fool Poem by James Irwin
The Cumbersome Fool
The cumbersome fool,
who staggers and all,
all the way of a stagger.
Lent and bent,
he`s an unsavoury gent,
with money spent on beer,
for food he does blagger.
A bed of the floor,
belongings no more,
only to a Rat does he snore.
Whiskey to pour,
his only morning chore,
and with only the Rat does he chatter,
Lost in the drink,
unable to think,
the more he does sink.
He forgets... the things that matter.
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