Spare Change
Spare change, spare change,
spare change
A lamentable moan
As a chanting solemn monk
Full of sorrowful spunk
Businessmen, businesswomen
Flurry in a worry hurry
Dreading the daily encounter
A pinprick deflating
The high flying balloon of
picture perfect reality
But there is just one passage
This solitary tunnel from the
train
A living thistle a scornful
thorn
Spare change, spare change,
spare change
A pitiful cry in torment
The upper crust yuppie army
hastens the pace of their march
Refusing to glance at the
creature’s anguished face
Worse yet, the two stubs for
arms
Fill the professionals with
alarms
A scant few in guilt
Will toss a coin or dollar
bill
In the cup the man cannot
grasp
Lying at his torn shoes
Life is full of cruelties
Privilege gravitates
Wolves in packs
Beauty Vogue style
Little tin gods speaking
tongues of blasphemy
Abhorring the ugly, the
deformed
Even the common
See Jesus touching the leper
Spare change, spare change,
spare change
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