It's Just Hard Luck

The face of poverty is here again The silent vagrant without a friend Sits cross-kneed watching businessmen In suits and ties condescend- Their needs, filling pockets out of greed They aren't moved by the homeless They all stand together, black-millepede Looking at you like you're dead begonias. They aren't bothered that your livelihood Was destroyed, they made a fast buck Let's not kid ourselves theirs no brotherhood When they look at you, it's just hard luck. Oh, and if you're lucky they might just put A few old silver coins in your flannel cap Maybe enough to feed that bed companion That sad old greyhound dog sat on your lap Have a nice day, sir! Don't forget to come back.