Reached down in my pocket
Looking for spare change
Strangers walking past me
Look at me like I'm deranged

Must I explain my actions
For every single thing I do
Shall I carry on
Or is that considered being rude

I go about my business
Conducting daily chores
Never once distracted
With all I can't afford

Never asking for too much
Only what I need
The tools to get the job done
And the air in which I breathe