Mr. Butch
Jeff Larson
1/15/02


Saw him just the other day,
Hitch-hiking on Mass Ave.
Toothpaste in one hand,
Toothbrush in his mouth.

Maybe he had an appointment,
With the bag lady across the river.
Seeing him in this icy cold,
Just spikes me with a shiver.

They told me to stay away from Mr. Butch.
He has a house of cardboard
under the entrance ramp.
He knows how to live free and he don't need nobody.
Don't subscribe to society, he's a brilliant literary.
Knows so much more than you and me,
about the dark and bright nature of humanity.

He finally settles down to bed,
Wakes to pounding on his head.
The kids gonna get him, want him dead,
All his eyes can see is red.

Sirens blare and spotlights flash,
The gang of cowards make a dash.
Leave the man lying there
Alive by chance once more.

They told me to stay away from Mr. Butch.
He has a house of cardboard
under the entrance ramp.
He knows how to live free and he don't need nobody.
Don't subscribe to society, he's a brilliant literary.
Knows so much more than you and me,
about the dark and bright nature of humanity.

copyright Jeff Larson 2002
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