He was a militant Oyster
On a Panic patrol
He relished in sloop socialists
And slum sonnets
He was hobo industrial
Who turned his hand to vagrancy
Left to wander
Abandoned astrologer
An adventurous spirit
On an astrology attack
He was auto didact
who wrote ballads of broken fashion
On freight trains of fortune
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