The Government's Poor

The Government's poor depressing me. Depressing me with looks. Their lack of spirit just angers me. My happiness gone to crooks. They're vagrants at the corner stop with cardboard signs in hand. And begging for my money saved that I'm more shamed than grand. The government's pets surrounding me on leashes made of shame. When passing me out on the street have made me feel some blame. They're bumming things from everyone and never seem to rest. And still I'm saying no to them: to every governed pest. They're gathered 'round the city shelters. Huddled into groups. Confused as to just where to stand: desperate longing snoops. They're smiling with their wretched teeth. Neglected broken smiles. They haunt me like it's Halloween and dare me with their guile. I brace myself for more to come: the government's poor collection. In truth I must concede to them as government forced inflection. Now, I myself can see in them the need for preservation To keep the price of housing down and save from reservation. But truly; I can speak my mind and make my money count. While government's poor are scaring me and I as soon surmount. By chance I swear to knowing them: my soul a governed roam. That one day I'll redeem in them the poor that I call home.