I Beg to Differ

I dislike people asking for money to fund

Life, art, a honeymoon in San Cabo.

Go fund my ass.

It feels like begging to me.

Although I panhandled for a living

I admit.

on the streets of Haight-Ashbury

I was living in a commune with

Peter and the baby

Getting by on welfare while he

Listened to music and got high.

So I begged for cigarette money, baby slung on my hip

asked people walking by

Any spare change?

not a bad way to make a little extra but

Honestly a lot of work.

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