I see pictures and I get these writes from them, sometimes...

He sleeps on the street,
No shoes has he, only bare feet,
His body up for sale,
With little food or sunlight he is quite pale…

The cop’s do of him beat,
He is not the only kid on the street,
His buyers looking for young tail,
He cannot resist; his body so frail…

All he is to those that want him is a piece of meat,
No one does of him kindly treat.
He hopes if he goes to jail,
He is able to find his bail,
For in a South American prison,
All the inmates will of him impale…
© -ed- 2/5/15