Jaded, callous, and cantankerous;
once upon a time it wasn’t so.
All the losers, users, and parasites
transformed me, if you must know.
My gentle, gullible, compassion
made me easy prey, or so I think.
I fell for all the yarns they spun
and gave plinkity, plinkity, plink.
‘Hey buddy, can you spare a buck?
No, well then, how about a dime?
Please listen to my sad, sad story.
Give me a moment of your time.
I need cash to pay the bridge toll.
I need some cash to feed my kids.
My clunker car has run out of gas,
now my new job’ll be on the skids.
Your time, money, and sympathy;
is that too much for a guy to ask?
Just throw me a ten, or a twenty,
I’ll thank Jesus and go buy a flask.”
I’ve never really had the money to
share with even the truly in need;
but I’ve pissed away a small fortune
on boozers in the spirit of good deed.
I’m now living on a fixed income,
there’s less sand in the hourglass;
all that I have remaining is mine,
so go to hell, you worthless pains
in the ass!
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