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Everyone wears scarves on Fifth Avenue
arthurlane

Everyone wears scarves on Fifth Avenue,
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but me, I'm undressed, walking past
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stores and stores of things I can't afford,
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I'm still better off than that guy,
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I only have enough for the bus ticket
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back to New Jersey, so I can't spare
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a nickel for the homeless kid who
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can't afford to eat and has to sleep
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on the streets full of wealthy folks
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looking down on his thin frame,
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pinching those pennies in their pockets,
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but he's asleep on those metal grids, getting
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hot steam from the subway, and I feel
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terrible but privileged that I have
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a bed to call my own, even if it gives
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me back problems, but fuck it!
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here's a dollar kid, maybe you could
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get yourself a cup of soup or something.
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15 Feb 07


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