August 1

Hobo Joe
has no home
has no dough
or socks on his toes
Hobo Joe
has no control
where the wind blows
you know
with eager eyes
he begs for a slice
of pizza pie
but gets denied
since his demands
are being panned
he craps his pants
and naps in the grass
Hobo Joe
you gotta go
and if you don't
we'll call the Po's
mad as a bat
he packs his crap
into a sack
and he doesn't look back