Called in sick one day
Stepped out my front door

Squinted up at the sky

And strapped on my backpack

Got into a van

And when I returned I had

Ex-wives and children

Boxes of photographs

And they gave me some food

And they didn't charge me

And they gave me some coffee

And they didn't charge me

And when I was broke

I needed it more

But now that I'm rich
They give me coffee

Eating an ice cream cone

Texting with my thumbs

Flipping off the asshole

Who pulled into my lane

Life could be louder than something cracked up to be
We all get new cells every seven years
I feel seven today
It's a good day to die again

Now they save me my place

Over there in a corner

And I never get tickets

Now I only get warnings

But when I was broke
I needed it more

And now that I'm rich

I get free coffee