Beggars retreat!

Where are you going,
from whence do you hail?
Your city streets boarded up,
to piss in no pail.
Your name like a marker
a cemetery stone.
No kindred spirit
to throw you a bone!
You languish on Saturday
no place to call home.
Down by the viaduct
you're wanting to roam.
You can't find an exit.
Your best bet a gun,
but you just keep on holding out
there in the sun.
The heat it is scorching
got you on the run.
You'll make it to Sunday
might find a new home!
You just keep on hopeing
that you won't come undone!
The city streets empty,
they find you alone!