William

Telling the entire story
is silly and a bit lame
So I'll begin with his name
Billy comes down the hill
with a broken broom
and a rolling bucket
Talking to himself
Fighting with
What rages inside
A demon took away
What was in his head
I bet even him
Does not recall when was
The last time someone
Gave him a hug
Or a piece of bread
He seems very kind
But speaks his mind
The light is missing
In both his left and right eye
Calm for just one minute
He gets mad at the world
Then, almost immediately
starts to vehemently
Curse at the sky
On his way back
He can't fight no more
So he lays down
To find some peace
And some must needed
Alcohool induced sleep
he finds a hidden spot on
The most unforgiving,
Dirty, cold and wet floor
Next to yet another
Closed door
That's where Billy stays
No one will know
Of his existence for
Many nights and days