In every state from coast to coast, In quiet towns and towns that boast, On urban streets and country roads, A new diversion now explodes. A new amusement, new pursuit, A way the boredom to dilute; Sunny days or rainy nights - Abuse another’s human rights. Under bridges, in a box, On a stoop in dirty socks, Find a bum and beat him there; Kick and punch and pull his hair. Use a bottle, use a stick, A knife is nice and so’s a brick. Disparage him with words you shout Then hit him hard and knock him out. Leave him panting like a dog, Take a picture for your Blog; Poke him with a cigarette Then post it on the Internet. Oh what fun, this pastime new If you’ve got nothing else to do; Nothing else can gratify Like beatin’ bums that pass you by. Sleepin’ sound or one awake, Search one out, a claim to stake. Bums o’ plenty, white to black, Pick one out and then attack. To think that I would waste my time On baseball in my youthful prime; So creative, kids today Finding games that they can play.