Cold cash

Cold cash gets paid,
to the sad looking man,
one with long wooden teeth,
and with a story to sell.

He will tell you all about his life,
if you give him a dollar or two.
Put it into the pot,
to make him feel good.

With alcohol and drugs,
and hors too,
what ever can get this man,
to go on through his day?

If you pay the man,
and sit down to listen.
He will tell you about a war,
he will tell you about frame

He will tell you about his days,
as a solder.
Fighting for your rights,
fighting for you!

He will tell you about a day,
When there was self respect of others.
About how life was easy,
And life was hard.

This sad will man will sell you a story.
Just for a dollar or two.
Will you pay the man?
Will you?