God’s Spare Change: a Poem
The queer folk With no tomorrow If you could ask him to his face, God would give you spare change that You don’t have to borrow Sitting by the road Knees up to their chin Can’t take any chests of gold Only their head knows Love like there’s a tomorrow What’s the merit of a broken man What’s the merit of a number one fan What’s the merit of a promise made If tomorrow is gone Might as…













