THE HYPOCRITE
by Brian McLaughlin
Stop, that's mine I'm throwin' it away no you can't have it just go away Keep your dirty hands off you know that it ain't yours just get outta my trash or this'll become war I had to pay for all of that see that stuff it wasn't free am I gonna have to call the cops get up from off of your knee Feed your children not from my can get a job be a man Your clothes are filthy you know you stink I ain't runnin' no charity if that's what you think You better get to movin' leave that tent there alone get your hands off that bedroll let that bridge be you home I don't care if they're hungry so what if they're cold even if I were to help they'd still grow up in your mold Always wantin' somethin' is how you folks are how about you work for stuff you really are bizarre I'm gonna have to leave now yeah, I'll leave you in the lurch but my neighbors they'll be watchin' you while I'm away at church