The Hobo’s Dilemma

By JP McMenamin

Around the bright camp fire
The Hobo’s whisper low
Just one topic of discussion
Shall we stay or shall we go?

Some have made their mind up
And gather near the freight
The Hobo’s run, like lemmings
Hopping to another state.

“Are you sure it’s true?” an old man said
Drinking coffee from a mug
His adam’s apple bobbed in fear
As he took another slug.

“Back in the 30s” the old man said
“We had the great depression
But if the news I hear is true
Guys, this is some regression.”

“Of course it’s true” said weasel Pete
Biting at his dirty nails
“Boys, I ain’t a staying here
I’m heading for the rails”

“Now, hold on guys” said one eyed Joe
“Let’s talk the whole thing out”
“I aint a staying” yelled weasel Pete
“Boys I’m a getting out.”

Panic spread like wild-fire
The Hobo’s up and fled
“I’m staying boys” said one eyed Joe
And lay back on his bed.

“Don’t be a fool” the old man said
“Don’t be a stupid Bo
Get your pack upon your back
Come on, it’s time to go.”

The Hobos headed for the trains
Yep, every single one.
They didn’t want to meet the man
Called Gerry Ander-son.
I hear the train a coming. Coming round the bend. I aint seen the
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