called in sick one day stepped out my front door squinted up at the sky and stomped on my backpack got into a van and when i returned i had ex-wives and children boxes of photographs and they gave me some food and they didn't charge me and they gave me some coffee but they didn't charge me and when i was broke i needed more but now that i'm rich they give me coffee eating an ice cream cone texting with my phones flipping off the asshole who pulled into my lane life could be longer than something cracked up to be we all get new selves every seven years i feel the seventh day, its a good day to die again now they saved me my place over there in the cornor and i never get tickets, yeah i only get warnings but when i was broke i needed more and now that i'm rich, i get free coffee