Life Unkind

Life Unkind

Rick and Phil they push a cart
Up and down the Hill
They sleep in an abandoned field
They got no money for rent
Just for booze, weed and
to patch up an old tent
They line up for coffee and bread
Outside the local church
Justin, is yet another man
With long hair and a street tan
Lost in his thoughts
He rummages in the trash bin
sharing a meal with the rats
that have known him through
the thick and thin
A nameless Vet, angry at the world
Is fighting hard to stop the horror
They gave him one more pill
To get by until tomorrow
It's a slice of everyday life, unkind
A world out of sight, out of mind
Unheard and unseen from
The tourists passing by
All smiles while waving goodbye
Say hello to Jack and Jill
The king and queen on the hill
He smiles and waves his cane
Picking up cigarette butts
While his wife sells her tits and ass
For a few bucks and no fame
It's a good day for the professor
A sharp mind with liquid eyes
Plagued by a robbing disease
His partner, slightly behind,
is complaining about the housing
not letting her smoke a phatty
It's only 9 am, John is on his way
To form the line to the liquor store
A six-pack and a bottle of Jameson
Help him forget why he's on disability
Drug dealers and small time crooks
Seems to rule this part of the city