Wanton Soup

© Jeffrey Hellman 1991

 

 

 

There's always not enough money

Not enough love, or too many junkies

And not enough drugs

Forgive me if I seem a little rude

 

My problems don't even interest me

I can see by how you're looking at me

There's categories stuck

Behind your eyes

 

Simply stated I'm easily sated

Don't need them all

Any one can make it

Easier to pass the hours by

 

So give me all of your money or all of your love

Or get rid of all the junkies and we'll do up all your drugs

If that don't work

We'll think up something new

 

But you can save up all of your speeches

Give them all back to your preachers

'Cause honey I won't change

For the likes of you