I always sit on the same pavement,
At the city center, a permanent monument,
No matter what government,
Though I always sit there
I can never relax
With a future so lax
I look in all the directions
Of course without any direction;
With the Right I am
Rattling the coins on the plate
Battling the pains of my fate;
With the Left
Darn my dirty duddy, ruddy dress
Or toss my tomentose tress.
I have been using both Right and Left
But nothing has worked right for me ;
Nor has left me any better.
I have heard a fluent speech on poverty eradication;
Usual affluent promise ; a good concept with an in-built contraceptive;
It happens from time to time;
Time neither feels for nor heals
My democratic Right to be Left begging
At the city center
In a Timocratic world.
What hurts is not the difference in wealth
But the indifference of the wealthy.