I began busking 10 years ago and still am busking to this very day

I’ve been busking so long that I remember when happy was synonymous with gay

I am now 40 years old and I still busk in the streets

I I beg and busk at the people’s feet’s

Sometimes my tip basket is full

Sometimes it is empty

But I love all for love there is plenty

I used to write women poetry

But then my love broke up with me

So I convinced a local girl to fall in love with thee

Now I am broke as a California wild fire tree

I have finally saved up enough money from busking

I think I’ll have enough to marry my love

I think I’ll have enough for husking.