A Beggarman Got in My Face Today
A beggarman got in my face today
yelling and screaming, his finger poking my stomach
He showed me how cruel I’ve become
when I dared call him a filthy bum
Of course he exploded, called me all sorts of names
most of which were decidedly not me
‘til I gave that man a piece of my mind
which he spat on although it was free
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