Eli Cusick
4 Lined poem
His vulgar humor amuses me
His fat beer belly hanging from his t-shirt
His unshaven face in a fowl expression.
The hobo lies on the floor, fast asleep.
My poem is about a hobo and why we see him as a stupid ugly and smelly thing that does not contribute to society in any way. It shows that we may see him horrible and candid, but underneath all the dirt grime and stink, he is still a human being that has many problems, he still likes to sleep and drift off into the land of dreams.
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