I am full of quirks
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 once begged for a living
It was on the streets of Haight-Ashbury
I was living in a commune around the corner with
Peter and the baby and some other folks
Getting by on welfare while Peter
Listened to music and got high.
So I panhandled for cigarette money, baby slung on my hip
And asked people walking by
Any spare change?
It was not a bad way to make a little extra but
Honestly it was too much work.