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.
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