KING OF NOTHING

In his kingdom he had alas not a bean 
No worldly pocessions could be seen 
He owned the clothes he had on his back
The streets he considered were his shack

On a good day coins were in his hat 
Just enough to buy a Snickers or Kit Kat
His face could do with a wash and shave
One day nearer he thought to his grave 

The man smiled as he rested in a doorway 
He was the King of Nothing he would say 
Travel light he did day after day after day 
Just hope he gets through tomorrow okay