My New Neighbors
We had new neighbors move in next door
Something strange about the clothes they wore
All tattered and they never looked clean
Yet at night they were both fashion queens
We’d see them leave for work each AM
In their new Cadillac, what a gem
And again, when they went out that night
Wearing designer clothes if I’m right
A few times I tried to break the ice
Asked what he did in a way that’s nice
I got the cold shoulder in return
I decided then I’d somehow learn
Next day I followed; not too close
To spy on them I know was gross
Parked the car in a self-parking lot
Left with a sign and an army cot
At the corner, just two blocks away
They got things all set up for the day
The cot they used to swap off sitting
The sign aimed at divers unwitting
Well, I just could NOT believe my eyes
They’re both phony panhandler guys
Their cardboard sign read “Will Work for Food”
A total sham by two lazy dudes
I was thinking as I left that scene
And don’t care if you think me mean
Cardboard people get nothing from me
I’ll donate only to Charities
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