Prison

How to house the homeless:

In prison cells,
With special locks.

Stacked in boxes
Watched around the clock.

Free to come and go,
As much as they please.

But have a place to rest their head,
Wash and clean their teeth.

And if there's a problem,
Within this cozy nest

Just lock the buggers in their cell,
Until they've had a rest.

The government could build them,
Paid off with their dole.

And when the market's on the up,
They could sell their little hole.

And maybe move to Thailand,
Or an island in the sun

And get that feeling of success,
That would never ever come.