The unemployed are my new mates, with whom I hobnob,
I don't have a lot,
At the park, where I squat,
I pickup plastic for nickels, to eat canned corn off the cob.
Jim gave his girlfriend kisses and hugs,
She claims Jim gave her ringworm and bugs,
So, who to believe?
Did either deceive?
Or, were the beasties in the blankets and rugs.
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