there are hobos
invading the house
they desire to
talk to my spouse’
like the train
they explain
they come
quite insane
for hobos , wear I my chausse
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wonder , my thoughts
to the train conductor
and where exactly hes been
passengers flee
like some broken crime spree
with no passenger list in the bin.
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these are hobos
who came to speak
as prophets to う
show us the weak
voice like a child
convince the [空行] mild
sounds of the woods
excite the wild
as a raincoat , wear I, my chausse