The little boy's cornered.
His daddy was a homeless man.
Think he was a foreigner.
He had a look and said, come hold my hand.
You're looking at your phone and
pretend you have a call.
He said something notable.
Would we like to know it all?
He said, make me one more time.
I'll warn you.
One,
two,
three more strikes and I'm in my strong.
We can have a friend.
So no, we can go tense.
No, we can go.
Little bit of prose.
Maybe I can come close if I don't.
And true.
If I lived on the street like him,
if I was another in a previous life.
I would have learned to get around.
I probably would have kept a pocket knife.
I'd say, make me one more time.
I'll warn you.
One,
two,
three more strikes and I'm in my strong.
So no, we can go.
So we can.
Little bit of prose.
Maybe I can come close.
If I don't.
So all you can have a friends,
so no,
we can go tense.
No, we can put
the pits.
And come close if I don't intrude