At my wits end – I’ve gone around the bend
This banker I befriended — got me over extended
I went and spent all of my retirement
Trying to avoid paying rent — so now I live in a tent
So let’s take away everyone’s S U V
Park them somewhere nice with trees
Where the homeless can feel free
To sleep inside and cook out on their knees
Imagine the enchantment of an encampment
A new address for the homeless
Where they can get their clothes washed and pressed
We’ll put up some showers and plant some flowers
With a library of books they could read for hours
We could put in a bowling alley and a rifle range
Lets make it a rule — no asking for spare change
We could offer arts and crafts
And job training just for laughs
We’ll have a shopping cart derby
A cardboard sign contest — for the wordy
We’ll have school buses for the kids
Classmates won’t know they hit the skids
Let the old blamers become the newly blamed
Placing fault and feeling new shame
New losers in this game
Come and join us
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