Mama opens to doors to her restuarant
where the people dine on romance.
Leave food sitting on their plates,
forgotten about while they dance.
Leftovers get thrown away,
'cause Mama don't like beggars.
She chases the homeless every day,
be they drunks or unfortunate fellas.
Then she dusts her hands as she waddles inside,
trying to avoid contamination.
Pours the cat a saucer of milk
and prays for the homeless's annihilation.
Now Andy was a fella pretty down on his luck
all because of this global recession.
Trying to hold his head up and look people in the eye
but wilting in the tide of their aggression...
It's a snowy night out on the streets.
Andy huddles in the restuarant doorway.
slowly turning into ice, chattering teeth and purple feet
He hears no more what the people say.
So he sinks down to the concrete and
slowly closes hopeless eyes.
Skin so cold he feels it's burning,
breathes his last and quietly dies.
Mama thanks God for her progressiveness
when she comes in later that day.
Kisses her rosary beads in thanks
that another useless hobo's gone away.
Concerned about some minor sin
she asks God for forgiveness.
At the same moment Andy's soul arrives
and thanks the Lord, with tears, for his deliverance.