I shouldn’t sleep on this park bench
Where my feet dangle off more than an inch
And my head rests on the hard, cold, wooden planks.
This is the exact same spot
Some teenage losers smoked some pot
And a Doberman pincher stretched across its owners lap.
For on this communal resting place
Many people have shared its borrowed space
I wonder if it’s a sanitary spot to sleep?
A runner props his limber feet
Stretching before he runs the street
A business man checks his iPod while eating lunch.
Where a gang of pigeons defecate
Some lovers just cuddled on their first date
Funny how nobody seems to care.
And yet I’m trying to take a snooze
Sleeping off a night of too much booze
But the world won’t cut me just an ounce of slack.
For while this bench welcomes all the masses
To take a break and rest their asses
Nobody wants to see the likes of me.
On an April day when the lilacs bloom
The petals hit my face with their sweet perfume
But a looming shadow is covering all the sun.
I open up my blinded eyes
Some blurry figures materialize
And I see the police who came to make me leave.
But I knew I shouldn’t have fallen asleep
And though my fine might be quite steep
It’s still a whole lot cheaper than the holiday inn.