I didn't have a great life, but had family and home
Driving on Broadway Avenue in a cold heavy rain
Streets are empty but for the wounded or insane
There's human wreckage, lives in an emptied state
A teen age girl smokes a cigarette, on a cellphone
She begins to yell, fiercely agitated, shows hate
At a homeless guy sitting on the bus-stop bench
In old clothing, unwashed body, powerful stench
He doesn't notice it, spent two decades alone
People seem disgusted with him for existing
He gave up years ago with no home
He is time's victim, refuse
Of a failed system
