Charlie Freak

Charlie freak had but one thing to call his own

Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone

Five nights without a bite

No place to lay his head

And if nobody takes him in

Hell soon be dead

On the street he spied my face I heard him hail

In our plot of frozen space he told his tale

Poor man, he showed his hand

So righteous was his need

And me so wise I bought his prize

For chicken feed

Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind

Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind

Poor kid, he overdid

Embraced the spreading haze

And while he sighed his body died

In fifteen ways

When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay

round his arm the plastic tag read d.o.a.

Yes jack, I gave it back

The ring I could not own

Now come my friend Ill take your hand

And lead you home