Stolen Bottles of Liquor

My black backpack is torn and stuffed with broken dreams
Twenty dollars rests heavy in pockets
My shoes are worn and destroyed

My jacket is ripped and dirty
My jeans have been patched more times then I have seen money
I walk through a subway terminal late past night

The security guard looks at me and sees
Long dirty hair
Rust-colored face

Homeless clothes
Torn backpack
And glassy look in my eyes

He stops me before I could past and asks
"What do you have in your bag?"
I shrugged, take my backpack off, and open it

The guard looks inside and sees empty bottles of whisky
He looks at me with shameful eyes
I keep quiet

Don't shame me kind sir,
This is all I have
My whisky, this backpack, my damaged clothes, and my broken dreams