Hello my fellow lidské (humans in Czech)! I have recently been exposed to the idea of homelessness in my humanities class, and it made me realize how fortunate I am to have a roof over my head, a full stomach, and family and friends that love me – so please, before reading any further, take a second to appreciate the life you live and the people you get to live it with, since our existence in this universe is so short, and many of us spend it waiting for life to be over.

So, for the sake of those living in impoverished areas, and those who are going through a tough time, (even if that’s you – not one problem is insignificant) take a breath, relax, and find inspiration from the beautiful world around you…

That being said, I do have some actual content for you, and this is a little different to stuff like poetry, recipes and art, (which pretty much sums up what I have been doing on this blog for the past year) since it is actually music. Now I am not going to actually sing it for you, since my voice isn’t that of Freddy Mercury, but what I have done is come up with a factual parody to the song “Lovely” by Billy Eilish and Khalid, about homelessness.

Maybe once my voice has improved a little, I will edit this post and add in a voice recording with me singing it, but for now, you will have to exercise your mind a bit, and just imagine that there is actually someone singing it! But if you guys get antsy and actually want to hear someone vocalizing this parody, I can get it arranged.

As always, I value positivity, and I very much dislike nasty comments and snide remarks, so as I have mentioned on every single one of my posts, these things will not be tolerated. Nonetheless, don’t be afraid to leave a comment with any feedback or something interesting you noticed. Let me know what you think!

Now straight away, no more distractions, scroll down and read the parody – and until next time, nashledanou (goodbye, in Czech)! 😁

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Got no money in my bag, not a cent,
My addiction is drag
I’m the one in 200
Constantly begging for a home
To stay
 
Want a place to rest my head but I can’t find it here
When the tired kids next to me are under 18 years
No sense of privacy or stability
My hellish lifestyle right here on the streets
 
Torn from my old home
Would you know
Dad was a drunk, so mum went rogue
My friend's got these bruises
From assault
Ahh, where do I go
 
Walking out of town, into another one
Looking for a better place
My friends are always sick of me
Now I’m looking for a better space
 
Want a place to rest my head but I can’t find it here
When the old man next to me is turning 90 years
No sense of safety or security
My hellish lifestyle on my cousin’s backseat
 
Torn from my old home
Would you know
Just like that, evicted and gone
My friend's in a crowd now
All alone
Ahh, where do I go