You were the one, not I

The boy down the street is walking,

and he’s talking too,

about me and you and all the little lies

we could enjoy

There’s a girl who’s wearing arsenal

to school because she’s blue,

there’s a girl

who hasn’t got a clue

Scandal’s fun and hunger’s great,

could we stay home,

maybe m

while playing Jerry Lewis?

I said goodbye,

as turtle doves are doving,

the poor need loving

and you still need to cry

No, no, you say

to my

inarticulate dismay

but the world is growing cold

and this story it is old

and the homeless have gone home

The night sky

is deep and dark,

come weep with me

over taffy and abuse

over coffee, candy, juice,

over lies and morning snacks

frozen up upon the racks

The poor are crying

and the rich are lying

and God’s man,

well, he is dying

- I am sad again,

despite the rain,

for love has come and gone

and I now live

with the homeless

and mysteries still lie

in that pale empty place –

mysteries I despise

once clustered in your face

The poor are not homeless,

You cried…

You were the rich one,

Not I,

Not I.

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