Poetry

How I feel inside Here I sit remembering How you treated me

Crack a Steelie kid. Hoppin' them trains ain't easy. Drinkin' and smokin', Bein' free is hard. No responsibilities, Dirty socks, disease, Little to no bills. No romance in poverty. Only in the books. You picked your own life. Enlightenment of the road. Hedonism fades. Live between...

I walk around to free my mind of this curse called thought. When I'm out there on the road it's a break from the boredom of it all. Sleep, eat, work, bills, a day off, rinse,...

I'm a bum. I'm a loser. I'm a thieving fool. I don't work enough. I must be scum, a dirty Kleenex, the gum on your shoe. The decadence of menial tasks wage war against ourselves to reach the...

The wanderin' man tramps around for no other purpose than to tramp. The views, the solitude, that kindred spirit of freedom warms his soul when he sets out on the open road. Maybe...