flowers in her hair

there are days where I'll eat anything
wearing my street pajamas
why don't you get your Cadalac out of my living room
I'm working on a poem over here
clowns are for kids
bums for adults
warning mother fucker
got dirt?
I'm about to snort some, drink some, and burn some down
I could probably afford rent if I gave a fuck
I've been everywhere and never known where I am
pluck me loose my mortal failings
I'll look much more approachable behind your ear
those flowers loved their home aside the streets
those flowers in her hair

Poem by: M.E.L.