One evening when I was 57 years old,
Unemployed, homeless and very sick,
There was no room for me in a shelter:
I went into a police station,
And asked if I could sleep in an empty cell.
I was refused.
I asked if I could sleep in a cell
If I went out and smashed a window.
I was refused,
With amused smiles by the officers.
The cells were "reserved for criminals".
So I spent another night in my old Pontiac.
I just can't be bad enough to matter.