My Home Is Not Forest

Man oh man be kind, don’t be so mean Leave for me a scrap, don’t lick it clean Men of toiled hands, creasy worry face My home is not forest, but this urban space I love yer food so tasty, spicy, fried in oil Peck at everything, even your bowel’s spoil Man oh man be kind, don’t be so harsh Leave a little space, my space is sparse Men of busy walks, bushy knitted brow My home is not forest, here only I grow I love yer food so tasty, but it ain’t a shame Pick up everything, even your spit and phlegm Man oh man be kind, kindly look at me Leave a little love, I love your company Men fair and dark, having or lacking grace My home is not forest, I live at your address I love yer food so tasty, crunchy salty sweet Pounce at everything, your waste becomes my treat Man oh man be kind, I ensure your place don’t rot Pay me your sight a little, spare me a kind thought Men of all shades, all religion cast and creed My home is not forest, your space is what I need I love yer food so tasty, the smell when you unwrap I’ll gleefully pick up, my friend’s throwaway scrap Man oh man be kind, don’t feign you don’t care I’m your all season mate, comrade of all weather Men of generous souls, broad and golden heart My home is not forest, I love to be your part I love yer food so tasty, baked or fried in oil Throw for me a crumb, a scrap for all my toil