Only Half


Only Half

I’ve watched the lines of the weary,
Filing away from desire;
We’re all so caught up in grey,
Too busy with our lives.
But I’ve sat at the crossroads,
Between give up and try;
There’s only two types of people:
Only half of them are liked.

Typical and hungry,
And all begging for clothes;
Are the street rats and rascals,
Ignored and unknown.
I took the coat from my shoulder,
I set it on fire;
To prevent the aggression,
With choosing a buyer.

We all walk in our closets,
Pick and choose for the day;
Take some clothes for the gym,
So our church suits get saved.
We cut holes in our denim,
They’re vogue when they fade;
There’s only two types of people:
Only half of them can bathe.

“Here, have a cigar,
Don’t pretend you’re a saint;
God knows there are some who have,
And some who ain’t.”
Who made comfortable the wealthy,
And entitled them to judge?
They like to talk of their lesser,
And make their pampered wives faint.

A man may call himself Charlie,
When his name could be Ted;
He and his god know the truth,
When he lays down his head.
Either by payphones and sewers,
Or in a down quilted bed;
There’s only two types of people:
Only half of them are fed.

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