"Tramps Like Us"

You smell as fragrant as a tramp
Like the flowers along the Illinois River
Masking the smell of dung and grime
The dirt and sweat of the constant flow of people
And cars in Joliet and Chicago
A businessman with a trench coat and a briefcase
Shoving you out of his way to get to work
Because he is so much more important than you are
Chevys, Toyotas, Hondas, and taxis all vying for
That last open parking spot along the sidewalk
And will even hit someone riding his bike
Because they are so much more important
But we are all the same, all worthless
All whores in the end
Giving up our time, minds, and bodies
For the chance to have something better
Something to mask the fact
That we hate what we are doing