AT THE STATION

You’ve got so many problems
No one’s helping you out
You’re one of those poor persons on this earth
No chance given since the date of your birth

So you’re coming around
Saying that I was the only one
That could be found
And beg for a small amount

Why me?
I’m not your goddamn savior
Can’t you see?
And I bet you’ll only buy some liquor

Why didn’t I leave, yelling
“Good luck, you won’t fool me!”
Why didn’t I just pass you by
Without a word, without a reply?

I don’t think it could be wrong
But I can’t imagine it could be right
Anyway, I know I won’t change
So here’s some spare change.

*based on a recent personal experience*