Someday, you'll marry a banker,
And I will be lost at sea,
And on a breakfast morning looking past your cup of tea,
At the bottom of page forty three,
In print of funeral black,
The story of a ship,
That on an ocean trip...
                                     ...did slip...
                                                     ...beneath the waves.

A list of names of those not saved,
Accompany these lines.
Your eyes lightly scan the page,
Til they come to rest on mine.

Your husband, looking from his plate, says,
"Do I see a tear?"
Startled, you quickly turn your head.
"Oh...its nothing, Dear."

Downtown,
In the nighttime,
Urban warriors stalk unsuspecting prey.

Downtown,
In the nighttime,
Is not quite like downtown in the day.

Give ground,
At the right time,
Lest the nighttime takes your life away.

*******!
I have become the Son of Sam.
A lonely figure of a man.
A shadow in the park,
Lurking through the dark.
My victims seldom scream,
I say, "Its just a dream.
You'll wake up, you'll wake up, you'll wake up."

But now the papers reveal,
All I tried to conceal.
My family, they now know what I did.
They'll say,"He's been crazy since he was a kid."

No matter what I do,
I simply can't convey to you,
The understanding you deny me.
Go ahead.....fry me!
You deserve it.

Park people are winos and homos and cheaters and thieves.
Park people are ugly, when they walk, they wheeze.
You'll find them 'neath bushes under blankets of leaves.
Park people do as they please.

Park people can stand around naked,
Throw up in public,
And not bat an eye.
Park people pick their noses, scratch their ******, *** in alleys,
And laugh so hard they cry.
Park people remember their mothers and their lovers,
Who they left for a bottle of rye.
Strange way for someone to die.

Park people don't care 'bout nuthin,
Cept MD 20-20,
And how to get plenty,
Pre......fur.....uh......bly,
For free.

Yes, the park people smile at you,
And the strange things you do,
To get away from them.
"Spare change, brother?"