It’s still the same in Boulder, CO’s homeless ghetto in 2015 . . .
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the “house”
Every Housing First client was drunk as a louse.
Their stockings were filthy, their underwear too;
They know not detergent, soap, or shampoo.
The drunkards were passed out all over the place,
While visions of booze brought a smile to each face.
Staff members on duty were snoozing away —
Bored, not pickled; can they be blamed?
When from the homeless shelter next door there arose such a roar,
Staff and residents both ran to see what it was for!
The moon was dark and the night was clear;
A truck wrecked next to the shelter, loaded with beer.
This started a riot, as you can imagine.
Bums poured outside to each gulp a few gallons!
The driver was dazed and staggered around,
Then he got mugged ‘ere he hit the ground.
Fists were flying, a few kicks landed too;
A hundred inebriates were intent…
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