In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, November 23, 2012
before my very eyes
I was waiting in the drive-thru
at my local Mickey D's
trying not to honk
at the cars in front of me
I need a mocha shake
I need a quarter pounder, boss
I needs double cheese
and a quart of secret sauce
as I pulled to the street, man,
much to my surprise
stood a homeless man
right before my very eyes
he said
mister can you help me?
my family needs some food
I've been holding this cardboard sign
up and down the avenue
from the ass-crack of dawn
to the setting of the sun
and nobody's cared to help me
mister, will you be the one?
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