the town-crier said they said they will give the homeless shelter

they said the homeless should come around and register

they said each homeless will need a number

they said to get the number a homeless must bring his mother

they said whoever does not have a mother should provide his finger

they said otherwise the shelter will go to another

 

they warned that the shelter is for a limited number

hmm, the homeless scamper to get the number.

the town-crier said they said the machine reader

will not return from the manufacturer

so the homeless wait in their hopelessness

a potbelly prince promises to ease their homelessness

“give me your votes. I will build you a shelter. i will fulfill my pledges unlike the other”.

the next time the prince amble to the constituency in a black armour car

 

his private window prevents the homeless from seeing through the car

he drives off without a care for the score of homeless

now in the throes of waiting, they are still homeless

the homeless heaves a sigh and welcome another representative, a thief

the homeless allow him into their hearts, handing him the key to the treasury

he gives the homeless loans with usury

yet, he refuses to provide shelter. “I will look into the shelter matter”.

he tells the homeless as he drives away

 

another bighead comes and he removes the shantytown

in exchange, luxury nests wait for the mighty when they come to town

 

the hopeless homeless in my home are still waiting for their own