There's this old man on my street

  He wears no shoes on his feet

  He warms the park's bench

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  And could kill with his stench

  His future looks terribly bleak

  This old man had once worked a job

  He often got praised by his boss

  But he was let go

  To save the business some dough

  Now liquor shivers plague his sleep