“Bum bum bum” When once dwelling in my home Heard an old song sing to me, It sang, “bum bum bum, You know what time it is, Or have forgotten yourself?” But no, no, no, I have not forgotten Still keep pen and paper In my pockets And love. Oh but my lover she still lies I been wanting one, She been staying inside. So I trust no one, Not her or him So I just sing, Bum. When my time has comes I’d like black suite Over burgundy shirt When my work is done I’ll fallow the river To the ocean Without shoes on my feet I will still get there. She asks of me, “Do you live your life Fulfillingly?” And I say yea. Late one night When the air was dry and cold And I was shivering in my bones I called her on the telephone “What can you tell me?” When heart beats like a hurricane, I think about her. And lips soft and numb. I will be forgotten In black shaded sky When stars are few and far between Within the city’s dull glow I will find a place for me With no past surrounding Or leave me to a cell, With concrete surrounding For a hundred years Or until I’m rid of it all. And I say, "yea"