MY CLUTCH
Yes, yes, I see you
Dang it all
I think my clutch is going out
I'm sorry your homeless
But I have to secure my clutch
I sat there, right there
In that chair
The very chair where you told me
I can't help you
My clutch is secure
On the corner, the corner where people pass
There he is
Scruffy, stinky, without a hope bum
You can't help them
Be sure to hold your clutch
In that building, that erect building
Proclaiming salvation
But closing the door after every show
Taking and building
A clutch so secure the vehicle can't move
Clutch crowd cowers continually....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-13-2026
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