Experimental poem

[Fourthdimension]

i was in class and just thought i d write a poem
the teacher had read a poem that was a diffrent style than i normally write the poem was about...... erm i forgot (oh ya) it was about a man bought up in a bad enviroment who ended up been homeless. i decided i would experiemtn and adopt the writers style for this poem and conclude his last poem with a (what happens next episode)lol

TITLE:The melody man

Timothy winters is all grown up/
Drinking his gin sup for sup/
Poppin' a plefora of pills from a pile/
A man with an aura that's so vile/

A man with a soul that's worn, clothes all torn/
Timothy wishes he had never been born/
Each day the same and each night with out difference/
Livin' his life poor and in sick-ness/

A guitar case near his knee's and his things/
As his fingers pluck away at those strings/
He makes his life public news, as he sings his song/
To beat away those blues until there gone/

The clippin' and the cloppin' of the feet/
As they walk by in the dusty street/
No look, no glance, as if trapped in an avalanche/
Nobody notices, no body stops they just walk on with a clip clop/

No man gives money, nor his cheers/
For the melody mans songs of fears/
His life long story, his cup, his cards/
His daily occurrence, as the man with scars/

And so time passes by, and now is gone/
No more story to tell, as it would be too long/
But when your down or feeling wrong/
Think of timothy winters, the melody mans endless song/

As you could be worse off