I talked to a french bi – lingual guy
he was homeless
and I loved him cause he speaks two languages
he had his rough accent I presented to understand
I chugged a few beers with him
and came away a better man
and he made a friend.
I love life when this shit happens.
Its real and in your face.
I don’t write poetry about fakes in facets
that delude us into intrusions were
we are left feeling abused.
I like the french.
French kisses and stammers and stutter
I know what to say to finish your sentence
but Ill let you utter
In the end I said shit; here is a beer for the road
I just got hired so I;m not homeless tomorrow
you seem cool, in the future call me if you need to borrow. .
he just hung his head low and coward and said
I’m tired of people stealing my bed.
And that when I said; here man
take another can of beer; if you need me
next time I’ll be here.