A broken Miser,
He sits on the corner sipping on wine, and Autumn Spring,
A child falls and breaks his face in place,
A broken Miser does not rise or cry,
A woman stands in place, staring in disgrace, for the Miser was surely out of place,
Horn as loud as war come rushing into place,
A bus screams to her in her place,
A broken Miser does not bat an eye as bloodied tears rain from sky,
A drunken fool stumbles and falls on soaked aisle,
The broken Miser has drunk too much wine,
A broken Miser has plenty of wine,
Then why is he outside?
