Hey Buddy
Hey buddy,
can you help a brother down on his luck?
Hey kind sir,
can you help a fella get propped back up?
I’m just a slightly dishonest publican,
who was sticking it to tax evading citizens
Unpatriotic deadbeats who weren’t paying enough
But, that mean ole relative of mine
cast me down
Uncle Sam caught me skimming a bit
Yes, I will admit ...
I did get a tad greedy
and took a little double taste,
got an extra slice
But, I’m not like that uncle of mine!
He put all the money meat on his collection plate,
and ate the whole tax pie
Then, he had the nerve
to throw me out of my cushy seat
into the street
That mean ole man made me homeless,
and have to beg to eat
I was just a small-time, low-level government thief,
Small publican potatoes really
Uncle Sam Maritan, he’s kingpin
Ain’t no money cake being made,
and he’s not getting his cut of the frosting
My adopted blood shamed me publicly,
said he don’t like crooks that get caught
Told me I woulda been solid with him,
if my scheme had been secretly pulled off
But, when it got the spotlight shine,
Uncle Sam disowned me ...
said he wasn’t no kin of mine
So, hey buddy,
you now know my usury half of the story
Can you find it in your pockets
to help a poor grifter
whose been catching a whole lot of bad luck?
I promise to pay it all back to you later,
once I get my hands on another million bucks ...
with interest, of course
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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