Free

I am free.
Free like my second cup of coffee,
everyday at the Donkey.
To gorge myself on bad Chinese,
extra MSG if you please.
Free like the Burrito Buggy,
Wednesday and Friday only,
tip you friends liberally.
You scratch my back I'll scratch yours,
rob the rich to feed the poor.
In need more,
more love, more faith, more debt.
Whore?
Who are you calling a whore?
I'll cut my hair if I need a job,
Uncle Stafford wants his loot,
I'll be damned if I can find my suit,
that filthy houndstooth,
abomination that’s the truth.
I am free.
Free to love, free to leave, free to discover
that aint nobody free.