Perpetrating counter-culture she is walking through the park

The first light ugly and more muscular than the dark

Pushing poems at the urban silence

Drawing portraits of the passers by

Sitting on the curb combining traffic sounds

Getting dirty looks and dirty jeans on the dirty ground

She says I can't figure out what kind of life this is

Comedy or tragedy

I just know it's show biz

And what if I don't agree

With the lines I have to read

They don't pay me enough the way I see

Freedom and democracy

That's the word from washington every day

Put American to sleep with warm milk and a cliche

Some people are espendable along the way

Your dollar is dependable

What more can we say

Would you like some dog coffee

It is all that we've got

You can have some or you can have not

Would you like some dog coffee

It is all that we've got

We're taking care of big business

And meanwhile some of the beans rot