Crying in Hiccoughs

The Cry of the Street Man

13 Fought for years, and years on end. We owe our leaders nothing, They build the dungeons larger, And there they cram and torture All who dare raise alarm. The Cry of the Street Man Now I know, When patrons laugh hahaha, They are eating theirs and mine. Now I know, When patrons frown, They know I know. Now I know, When patrons use the baton, They want to seal my lips. Now I know, When patrons give alms, The loot is heavy. Now I know, When patrons want to dance, I’m forced to bed. Now I know, Since nature offers little space And patrons want more, I most die. ...