A Hand Out
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Inspired by the homeless guy from the I-240 underpass I saw casually drift across the street and get into a 2015 Cadillac CTS, then drive away.
Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo;
Some for me, but none for you.
That’s the way it has to be;
If we share, there’s
Simply not enough for me.
Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo;
Uncle Sam wants his piece too.
It should be plain enough to see;
All that remains is
Just enough for me.
Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo;
It’s not that I lack sympathy for you;
But I have my family's bills to pay.
Corporate America stays quite busy,
Charging interest with no holiday.
Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo;
I know you feel this all untrue,
It doesn’t have to be this way;
But “You must share”
Is all I really hear you say.
Boogety, boogety, boogety shoo;
Perhaps you could get a job too.
Then you might understand
The aggravation of someone
Always holding out their hand.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2017
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