You said, you wouldn’t kick a sick and dying man,
If you found him lying there in the street,
You’d call an ambulance,
Like anyone would.
Though, I saw you the other week,
Full of seasonal cheer,
Walking past a beggar in the middle of winter,
Pretending you never saw him and,
Like everyone does,
You walked into a store and loaded up on Christmas presents,
While he caught his death of hypothermia.