Bag Lady

Light it with a dream
Reality isn’t as dark
And it appears to be.
And if you think that you aren’t clean,
Pretend you're someone else
That smells minty fresh.
And don't forget to thank
The man upstairs when he tells you
That there are no rooms vacant
For saints like you anymore.
Pollution is a mind set,
That we seem to dwell upon
Take too much time
Not doing enough
But thinking of what to do.
Sleep through your days
Because they are not like you
And don’t approve.
Smile as though you’ve one a lifetime supply of happiness,
Then go bury you’re head in soil
And wait for the flowers to appear.
Everyone will think that you’re wearing a flowered hat
And smile at you even though you look a little less than normal.
Not because they approve,
But because you look a little less than normal.
That scares people;
They wouldn’t want to sleep next to you
And their children will never play with yours.
It's good you're sleeping on a bench
You wouldn't want to miss the stench
Of your success.