The Flophouse Code

The drunken bum lives in a slum,
and he is numb from gulping rum.

The flophouse code became the mode
of his abode: a welfare load.

He doesn't care or ever dare,
will never swear, a truth to bear.

A cleanly trace considered base:
washing his face is a disgrace.

His body smell, like garbage-fill,
others will tell is straight from hell.

So it's okay for him to stay
distance away all night and day.