She tells herself there ain't that much she needs.
She tries to think that she is helping me.
But I don't believe it,
She ain't fooling me.

Walking down a busy street Saturday,
Where cellphone ferrets overpay for gospel brunch.
A lard-ass lit a cigarette yesterday,
And pledged his funds to a cartoon candidate.

Who swore reform while the fat man gained more weight.
But his pockets are empty,
He can't pay the freight.