This one is for you, Kells…
Oh, give me a home where the hobos can roam
Where the homeless and the meth heads play
Where seldom is heard an intelligible word
And their eyes are just cloudy all day
Hobos, hobos on the range
Where the tweakers and the coked out hookers play
Where often is heard, “got spare change, you fascist turd?”
And the pimps just want to get paid
How often at night where the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and gasped as I gazed
Through these night vision goggles of ours
Hobos, hobos on the range
Where the bath salt addicted cannibals play
Where “f*ck you” is heard as they flip you the bird
And Che Guevara tattoos are always on display
Then give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down to the stream
Where the dirty old bum goes swimming along
He’s locked in my sights and bathed in the light (of my 6-cell Mag-Lite beam)
Oh I would not exchange my hobo hunts on the range
Where the smoked out Occupy protesters play
Where seldom is heard an intelligible word
And a bag of weed is just 10 bucks all day
Uh, Utah? On your next hunt, you think you could pick up maybe a couple of agbays of that eapchay eedway? For research purposes, of course.
This is brilliant! I take it this means I’m still invited to the hunt then? I was kind of worried since I didn’t bag my quota last time. Um, regay? Do you remember what happened last imetay?
I never did find my pants, you minx! Note: never pass out around a show girl.
You just reminded me of a naughty prank I played one night during a show. In the Sound of Music, all these nuns are on stage and I’m to be called into the scene from the wings. So before my entrance, while they’re all looking over at me, I lift up my habit (I wasn’t wearing unders.) It was very amusing watching them struggle to remain in character before I entered. ::giggling::
I sure found where they nest yestereday! Not sure they meet the requirement of your little ditty, though. I’m sure not one among them would know what a fascist is, though tattoos, “fu*k yous”, and apparently meth, was in great abundance, and one fat ho couldn’t keep her hand out of the leg of the bathingsuit of her toothless mate. Sign me on for the next hunt.
@floridacracker…eeewwww! That’s a picture nobody needs in their head!!
Once read, there are things that can’t be unread…
That’s just nasty…
I’m sorry guys – but – I did leave out the part about the 200 lb. woman in the string bikini bent over on her hands and knees (with her butt toward us)looking under the frontend of her car. THAT was nasty. I was damn near struck blind and my grandsons are ruined for life.
Nasty? Are you kidding me? What you are describing is a hobo smorgasbord!! I need directions…
FC, you need to give warning and a coupon for free brain bleach, dammit!
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Fascinating little ditty.