On Any Sunday

When I got up, it sucked I just felt just like a Zombie So I walked to Starbucks and I got a sweetened Grande The people were crowding me as I walked to the 7-11 I bought a pack of smokes First one tastes like Heaven I was chilling and sipping my coffee in the park The homeless appeared, eyeing my cup Fresh from the bridge where they slept at dark I started to get up when one said "what's up" "Well", I said, "I was thinking of going to town" "You got an extra smoke", he said God helped me as I passed them around Memories of my own warm bed I offered them some money for food to eat something or to feed their dogs He said "we all get enough dude" Could I spring for a box of fire logs! What was I to say to them to now? I quickly handed over a Twenty Walked away Scot free, unbound I felt like life meant something that Sunday