UNCASHABLE By Tom Jensen
From where you stand
Everything looks groovy
But living inside of a commercial
It ain't the same as starring in a movie
Hey brother can you spare a dime?
I beg for money all the time
Rather hold an empty cup
Than lead a life of crime
Reality checks can't be cashed
That's what they said at the bank
When I asked:
Is there a tax on misery?
What's the price of a life
Worth materially?
She wrote down a number
But it didn't seem enough
When I said I suffered from poverty
She subtracted a couple of bucks
I said, "Have a nice day"
And I just walked away
Pondering the price we'll all pay
For people acting and thinking this way
I document history
The kind no one reads
In this land of pretty flowers
I’m considered a weed