It takes guts
to be a bum
It takes balls
to go your own way
To check out
of the game
Refusing to play
is a monk’s life
It is a struggle
to go it alone
Cut off from the pack
the crowd the rest
Who write you off
who shut you out
For taking the risk
that road not taken
They despise you
for defining your life
For controlling time
and claiming freedom
It takes courage to be
a bum a drunk an outcast
The group pities you
and shuns you though
They’re quietly humbled
and resentfully envious
By your choice of
Liberty over comfort
It shames their efforts
to help you back
Into the fold where
none of them want to be
