A Grin For The Win
Pity
Instead of steam
Rises from your stained
Coffee cup
Light swivel of the wrist
A calling for change
In whatever form
Quarters
Pennies
Life
If a swivel of the wrist
Could change your life
Laugh lines tell a story
Of a man who still smiles
Before dinner
Came from dumpsters
Home cooking
It’s been a while
We walk by you
Trained to walk by you
Hair wild
So vile
Why do I want to say hi to you?
Sometimes I lie to you
No contributions to make
Integrity always at stake
I lose it
Honesty on my right shoulder
But I didn’t choose it
So who’s losing?
Ragged clothing drapes your body
Pressed shirts on mine
Wake up just to disguise
Because I know
Behind my beaming smile
Lies piles of lies
At least you don’t try
When the only wealth you possess is your grin
Yeah, I’m walking to my 9-5
But
Poor sir,
You win
