The landlord can't take us anymore now
the parties and music must be too loud
we had the whole world in our home
now kicked out and left to be alone

Seeing the pirates walk to work
while camping in the parking lots
where we play and sing
never asking anyone for anything

Pirates living comfortably in the hills
worked out and never get around
while we're left to sleep homeless on the sidewalks
with the whole world as our playground

Society calls us low
but we sing the hour away
no talk about tomorrow
because everything is happening today

is it about the homeless?

yea, I'm wondering that also

Yes, as were my last two.

Your poems are like a mediocre blow job, but then she swallows, so the ending is good.

In a completely serious way.