Bonnie and Clyde

Her homeless young lady with three little poochies Sitting aside the light's post, charging her cell phone All alone as day's twilight fades greeting another night In this city half a million lives; watching buses unloading Their final passengers; while tramps hurry to catch Friday's Movie amid her park drinking a six pack of Heineken in cans With his Narco to kill the pain ? Not that I am into downers but This poverty and her silver spoon sings about their glory as grace ? Spoon fed these tiny few; spawned a litter from tearfuls crimson crew.