Nothin' F' Nothin'

The constant blatant bluff of city sparrows Hardened to the streets of swift survival Greeting every morning as if it were their last For every morsel found another rival Fluttering and muttering of other broken fasts They shelter in the shadows of sunken city windows Puffed up dry and fending off the colder calm of night They have some secret places if they're desperate in need Near the open transom above the bakery door Or the old dry cleaners chimney where the bricks are falling in Some are on the belfry floor soaking up the heat Huddled with the pigeons fluffs of feathers minus feet They've all learned the game of living with hunger and with not They don't know any better and are happy with their lot and if you try to help them they'll suspect it's just a plot So go your way and leave them to sort out what they've got