Wednesday, 14 May 2008

• A Helping Hand

  There was a stack or so of books that I couldn't sell back and had no value online.
  
  So...
  
  
  
  You can't say I'm not charitable.  I did write this song back in November of 2005 after all...
  
  HELP THE HOMELESS
  by Michael Tworzydlo
  
  The old man sits on the park bench
  His beard is long and gray
  He sits and stares at the sun
  He hasn't eaten all day
  He goes into a coughing fit
  He can barely breathe
  The cops tell him he better move
  But he's too tired to leave
  The kids all call him names
  Like fleabag or stinky poo
  You should always remember
  It could easily be you!
  
  CHORUS
  So you gotta...
  Help the homeless!
  Give them all your cash!
  Why should you be rich
  While they roll around in trash?
  You gotta...
  Help the homeless!
  Give them all the good stuff you got
  Otherwise you'll definitely
  End up in Hell to rot
  
  The homeless man holds up a sign
  Asking for some work
  He used to have a good job
  But then his boss was a jerk
  Got fired for drinking on the job
  What was the big fuss?
  It's not like he was a heart surgeon
  He just drove a bus
  Now he sits and counts his change
  Only needs a bit more for some smokes
  Grabs a crutch, puts on an eyepatch
  Time to con a few more folks
  
  CHORUS
  
  The poor man pushes his shopping cart
  It holds all his possessions
  Sits and harasses all the pretty girls
  While you work your high paid professions
  The poor man takes a bath in the park fountain
  Little children look on in fear
  As the homeless man fights his pubic lice
  And flicks ticks off of his rear
  The homeless man collects some cans
  Maybe now he won't be so broke
  He wonders why he's been so cursed
  It's not his fault he's addicted to coke
  
  CHORUS x 2
  
  P.S. - The stack was gone within 2 hours.

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