no money in the bank no money in the wallet
no money money money
where is my money you holder of your big fat sum?
you 1% don’t understand like i do
do you fuckin’ care that i have none
to own or share?

at the local food shelter table i sit
waiting for food and a warm glance from
the lady that volunteers her time
for those of us—is it the 99%
who have nothing to share or wear
remember us you 1%?

lay down your gun, police man, and i will give you my flowers
the ones i picked today
from the gardens around the hall of justice building
where i walk each day to see justice being done

The End