The Wino

The people walk by
Busy and hurried,
As they go about their day.
I sit and I watch,
Hoping they might
Throw some spare change my way.

They call me a
Wino
But at least
I know
Exactly what I am.

They dress the part
And hope they aren't
gonna be outdone by the other.
Making their deals
To pay their high bills
While turning their backs on their brother.

They call me a
Wino
But at least
I know
Exactly what I am.

They live on credit
And go further in debt
Trying to keep up with the Jones's.
On the streets of this city
Some show me pity
But most just turn up their noses.

I am a
Wino
But at least
I know
Exactly what I am.