Please don’t lie in our simple exchange
Or I will not part with my jingling pie change.
I know you don’t need it to catch the bus home.
Your hard crusted feet give away ill crafted lies
I can see the deep sadness encased in your eyes
I don’t mind giving money to hold at bay your demise
Buy your glue and your booze, maybe some fries.
I’d do the same
If I were in your game.
Beaten down at some stage by the human condition
I sure as hell do not envy your shitty position
But I do not believe it was a conscious decision
I despise hurtful eyes and their cynic incision
Clouded by their ill judgement and societal vision.
Ask for it directly
My name is Trevor you can be frank
“I just need some cash to fill my booze tank”
I’ll part with my coins in my back wallet bank
It hurts even more when you give me your thanks.
It means lots to you to me it’s a pie
Just give me a nod and a simple goodbye.
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