They call him a waster
A tramp with no purpose
Vacantly gazing
Shuffling in a vacuous meander
They don’t slow their steps
Take a moment to see
That his eyes aren’t empty
Burdened with a sadness
Hopes and feelings like all men
With tales of trials and triumphs
Torn and tattered
Sitting on his cardboard throne
Reflecting on his kingdom of solitude
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Cardboard castle