when I dry my hair
in the morning sun
and arrange my affairs
trying to get'em done

then they knock on my door
take me in and leave
drying up my hair
against the dirty sleeve

of my robe..
stupid orange robe
all I wanted was this
and that and my hat
for my head..
how's that...fair..
you [bad word] dirtbags

waking up at noon
staring at the moon
on my wall, near it all
near my bags of greens
there are stars on the wall too
for you...
and you...
for all of you...

it started out as naive
simple way to deal
slowly turning to a moot
shiny force to steal

the extra second while enjoying
every moment in here
and brighten up lousy lives
of those who are me near

for some cash
stupid green green cash
all I wanted was this
and that for my stash
of my love
how's that not a bash?
from law enforcing [bad word]