Officially Not Funny Anymore

She wears her boots with no socks on
Never walks on the sidewalk
Stretches out her arms for balance
Not to fall off the curb

Talks to herself for practice
On how to tell others off
Instead of looking for shelter
When it rains she wanders on

Down by the river, ever so blue
I heard them talking to you
Fixing the ceiling with scissors and glue
I saw them coming for you

Locked herself out again
Always, every other day
Lost her wallet, has no change
Every time she does the same