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Nobody Cares
I'm homeless and hungry,
but nobody cares.
Of course not, time on vacation is what matters.
A travel agent needs his money,
the hotel needs its business,
the tourist bus must be full.
It's more fun that way.
There is no room full of care.
The room is for a businessman with money to spare.
Well, care's a limited commodity.
It's there, but I just don't see it.
Speaking of care, where do I find it?
Maybe I should go back to how it all happened?
There might be concern for my well-being there.
Or, stay in the here and now.
The usual agencies have come up wanting.
Unemployment ran out.
Job services aren't hiring.
Welfare hasn't been enough to keep life going.
So, homeless and hungry here I am.
I'm desperate.
Alright, let's do some fancy play on words here.
I can go to live with my father
until I finally and eventually get a job.
I can borrow money off my brother
and promise to pay it back.
My ex-wife hasn't got a dime and disowned me.
I hate to impose.
Nobody cares.
I have no one else to turn to.
So, help from my family is another way
of expressing: "nobody cares."
I can be very logical.
Logic didn't help much
as the world was crumbling around me.
But it's there.
All life's a play on words.
I'm not sure if that eases the distress.
I can't count on language to get me a sandwich.
My powers of persuasion haven't landed me a job.
Not yet.
Not yet, anyway.
This impoverishment is all a big "not yet."
Nobody cares.
When I get back to work,
then all the caring souls will come rushing in.
but nobody cares.
Of course not, time on vacation is what matters.
A travel agent needs his money,
the hotel needs its business,
the tourist bus must be full.
It's more fun that way.
There is no room full of care.
The room is for a businessman with money to spare.
Well, care's a limited commodity.
It's there, but I just don't see it.
Speaking of care, where do I find it?
Maybe I should go back to how it all happened?
There might be concern for my well-being there.
Or, stay in the here and now.
The usual agencies have come up wanting.
Unemployment ran out.
Job services aren't hiring.
Welfare hasn't been enough to keep life going.
So, homeless and hungry here I am.
I'm desperate.
Alright, let's do some fancy play on words here.
I can go to live with my father
until I finally and eventually get a job.
I can borrow money off my brother
and promise to pay it back.
My ex-wife hasn't got a dime and disowned me.
I hate to impose.
Nobody cares.
I have no one else to turn to.
So, help from my family is another way
of expressing: "nobody cares."
I can be very logical.
Logic didn't help much
as the world was crumbling around me.
But it's there.
All life's a play on words.
I'm not sure if that eases the distress.
I can't count on language to get me a sandwich.
My powers of persuasion haven't landed me a job.
Not yet.
Not yet, anyway.
This impoverishment is all a big "not yet."
Nobody cares.
When I get back to work,
then all the caring souls will come rushing in.
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