The Tear Drop Man

Spare a pittance for the tear drop man Who's hat is out so he Can tie his arm and shoot a bit And dream the sweetest dreams A sandwich curbs his appetite But a dollar would do more All his traumatic memories Would fade if he could score Spare a pittance for the tear drop man Whos father rests in peace The tear drop man wouldn't idly watch His mother get the beats A needle and a puddle And a drop too much in him A memory of his grandmas hand It used to raise his chin Spare a pittance for the teardrop man A flower where he lies To cover up his terror And the single tear he cried