Parody Lyrics: Homeless Like The Wolf

Original song: Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran

Y'know, I'm not doing much else with the blog just yet, I might as well use it to document these things...

Let me first explain what's going on here. Occasionally, someone will parody a a single line from a song, or some conversation will prompt me to do the same. When this happens, I'm often seized by a weird compulsive urge to flesh it out. If I'm unable to distract myself with other stimuli, this idiosyncratic drive will not abate until I've completed at least one verse and chorus.

Thus it was, when some days ago, fellow Redditor twiggytwig recounted once seeing a homeless man bearing a sign that read; "Hungry... Like the Wolf," I was compelled to write the following:

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I lost my job about a year ago now

Then my wife left me and my house got burnt down

Boo-hoo-hoo,Boo-hoo-hoo,Boo-hoo-hoo,Boo-hoo-hoo

Boo-hoo-hoo...

Everyone passes by ignoring my plight

I understand, I guess; I must look a fright

I would too,in your shoes,can't blame you,nothing new,

(f**k you,too...)

I sleep on the ground

and stand out here begging for my food

I smell like a pound, my dignity drowned

'cause I'm hungry like the wolf

I'm down on my luck, could you spare a buck?

I swear that I won't spend it on booze

you've gone by six times, can't you read my sign?

It says "Hungry, like the wolf"

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Yet another potentially fruitless attempt at starting A blog

Every quantifiable moment, edifices both humble and intricate are being erected with visions of great promise upon the boundless landscape of this, the elemental plane of information.

Through whichever of the myriad forms into which we temper the diaphanous cloth of our ideas, whether sound or scene or word, we build these monuments in the hope that they will serve impress an image of the unique world within us upon the world without.

But whichever shape we choose for our works, and however excellent the artifice; most of these ambitious structures lay empty and forgotten; the cruelty of chance doom most such efforts to an end while yet in their infancy.

Should this venture, too, succumb to the ruin of neglect, it will not be my first contribution to the abundant mass of derelict notions that litters the void of obscurity at the fringe of this technologically-borne consensus reality, nor is it substantially different in nature from others I have abandoned at that edge - But at least I've got a ridiculously pretentious sounding first post!

If nothing else is to follow, I hope that someone will someday chance upon this entry at random and roll their eyes so hard they pull a muscle. Take that, anonymous stranger from the future! With your ocular discomfort, I make my mark on the world! Keheheh!