Free Coffee

Called in sick one day

Stepped out my front door.

Squinted up at the sky

and strapped on my backpack.

Got into a van

and when I returned I had

ex-wives and children,

boxes of photographs

And they gave me some food

and they didn't charge me

and they gave me some coffee

but they didn't charge me

and when I was broke I needed it more.

But now that I'm rich, they give me coffee.

Eating an ice cream cone

texting with my thumbs

flippin' off the asshole

who pulled into my lane

life could be longer than it's often cracked up to be

We all get new cells every seven years.

I feel seven a day.

It's a good day to die again

Now they save me my place

Over there in the corner

And I never get tickets

Yeah, I only get warnings.

But when I was broke I needed it more

And now that I'm rich,

I get free coffee.