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Oh…..the rich people think they have all the fun
But what fun it is to be a bum
To sit on your trash cans and drink your rum
And sing pretty songs all day (hey!)
Bum (bum), Bum (bum)
What fun it is to be a bum.
Bum (bum), Bum (bum)
So become a bum today. (hey!)
To steal shopping carts from parking lots
And trash cans from their driveways
To tell sad stories to passersby
And to pretend to talk on the pay phones….
To run away from the angry person with a gun
Because they think I stole their money…..
Background: “What? I got no cash, I’m a hobo, stupid.” “Gah, your poverty MAKES ME ANGRY!” *BLAM*
…………
Hoooooh….Bum (bum), Bum (bum)
What fun it is to be a bum.
Bum (bum), Bum (bum)
So become a bum today. (hey!)
The Bum Song is finally written, guys. Max came up with it one day in the middle of WalMart, and to my chagrin I nearly began singing it aloud. What a sight that would have been, huh? So anyway, The Bum Song © by me (and max). I think I might put guitar chords to it if I ever have time to. Funfun. ^_^
Well…lots has happened since my last update. And my last update was to emphasize why I hadn’t written a huge long novel in a while. Debate was taking over my life for a while and I didn’t really have time for anything else. Homework from when I was gone on Fridays became immense. I’ve never been good at getting work in on time, let alone make-up work, so everything seemed to double itself. I made the mistake-of more than one consequence-of signing up for three tournaments in a row in one month. The first one was great. Everything went pretty well….the second one, the next weekend….was a little bit worse, but I wasn’t going nuts….and then the last one came around, before half the day was over, all I wanted to do was go home. Meh, I’m tired and school is tomorrow. At least I’ve talked to Kami today, one of my only surviving stress relievers. : ] Anway, good night all.