Drunk Poetry: The Drunk Bums

As I walk down the cold street I see the drunk bums
as I play the music and it beats in my ear drums

Bums try to buy beer bottles off me but only offer
bread crumbs, they think I'm dumb

It's sad to see them begging for beers
so many tears fell on rain drenched roads

But the drunk bums wake early to get the morning
shot of liquor, it soothes the pain and heals the liver

A river of beer flows in this land
But I command things with my sinister hand

Do you understand the struggle of the drunk bums?
Sip some rum, get drunk until the body is numb

A bee hums by as it flies in the sky
Drunk bums just want to be high

Please put some money in their hat,
they need another drink, because alcohol
is the only thing to help a lost soul think