I came across some people who were dressed just like I am
when from their mouths did pour some vile imprecations
regarding certain acts of which I doubted I was capable
I turned and tried to run from these fiends in suits and ties
and fell against a group of the homeless sheltered nearby
they did not fault me for running from the machine
that was what they called all those fellows dressed like me
the doused my breath with liquor without letting me take a drop
the traded coats and baggy pants for my uniform of corruption
I hunkered down beside them as they strove to share a vent
I tried to give them some money but they insisted it was trapped
as all money in this world is programmed heroin to the brain
only happy are those with it though they always have to gain
the poor man he is richest who keeps all cash from his hands
The homeless were in hiding from the machinations of the man
he could not see such people without money for them to spend
so they tried to give them foodstamps offered social service jobs
tried to get all these people up to pay taxes to the cause
that could quietly ignore them if they died in deep cold nights
but begrudge the ambulance drivers pay throughout the act.
6/16/04
a Mighty wind indeed
It took the captains hat right off
and stole the first mate's weed
Fanny Mae on shore that day
lost all her appeal
When the wind lifted her petticoats
and a man was there to see!