Pity In The City

I have no pity,
in this city.
You sit under a tree,
expecting sympathy.
I care not,
that it's hot.
Look at you,
grimy fool.
Now you're just a slob,
many excuses not to have a job.
Hold your sign,
this change is mine.
Then you holler,
please, just a dollar!
Around the corner fifty cents,
to me it makes no sense.
Homeless people do compete,
claiming they want to eat.
Do you think,
you need a drink?
People sneer,
he'll buy more beer.
I earned my money,
you're not funny.
You make more this way,
than I can earn a day.
I won't cry,
not for that guy.
Oh, boo hoo this is just for you.
I have no more pity in the city!