Could you hep me
Get somethin' to eat"
I think ' If only
I had a wheelchair
The money I'd hustle'
" I've a buck fourteen
I panhandled and
I need a beer,
Anything left and
it's yours"
" Never mind", he says,
" What kind of beer you want?
Wait in your car"
I shrug my shoulders
And walk barefooted back
And wait
Rolling out of the
Shell Station smiling
A few minutes later
He pulls an
Oil can of High Life
From the back of his chair
I hand him the change
" Now everybody gots
what they want"
I doubt though
That he bought
Something to eat
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