Throwaway joe

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Initial spew 13/11/2011

My hats an old rag
I tie around my head
It's lying on the sidewalk
With some spare change thrown in

Got a rock for my pillow
Newspaper blanket to keep me warm
That paper's getting hard to find
Makes me think I'm gonna freeze

I used to work for the ibums
when things were looking up
but now all the jobs offshored
I'm living in a box

Go line up every day
to get a free hot meal
and if I can remember
nightly bed at the mission too

Once this was the land of promises
it's all gone to hell
now maximizing profits rules
and people are squeezed dry and discarded

The jack helps dull the pain
maybe even helps you sleep
if you are real lucky
maybe never wake

So buddy pass that bottle round
It's time to try again