Shortly after I first met them
Something that I said upset them
And perhaps we should have parted then
I was saying how important
That they were, and what a fortune
Could be made if they would let me try
But I did not understand why
They took in and had to stand by
Those who were so worthless to them both
Then they got extremely angry
Shouting that the seedy gang behind them
May not have much value in my eyes
"But they were people and were needing
What we give, and if you see them
Like you see some roaches on the floor
Well then, the sad one must be you
That sees himself as too good to do
Something for the weak or ones with warts
You disdain and criticize someone
Who has been compromised, but
You really have no values of your own
So maybe you should leave and find some
Steal or beg or maybe buy some
From a smiling banker or a store."