Two Faced

The man with two faces Has many options Laughing while he robs you blind Smiling for the flashing bulbs Kissing babies, giving hugs Sympathetic shrugs With one hand in your pocket He pats your back Cuts your tack Leaves you living homeless



My bedroom’s full of books, they’re creeping up the walls, my living space is tiny, what a landlord calls bijou, But if you live with room to breathe, don’t dream of artists’ garrets, it’s cold, it’s damp, the stairs are steep and narrow, the light strains dim in winter months, in summer, it’s an oven.…Read more Success