From One to Zero

Living in the cracks of society
Where riot troops roam the streets
He turns works of art from refuse
Which he hides from everyone he meets

Never rides in fast traffic
Absent from the roll calls
He may or may not smoke a j
But he offers anyone that calls

Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero

Dirt water blonde knock on the door
Fresh from weeks on the streets
He lets the girl have the bedroom floor
She finishes off all of his eats

They roam the sidewalks just looking
He’s got his pack on his back
They gather all they can find
Yes and that’s a natural fact

Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero

He pays tribute to Vincent Van Gogh
While living most like Rimbaud
Sometimes he smokes a crooked old pipe
Most times he hides from the mirror

He does a funny little dance
He does it only for her
He laughs when she gives him a smile
He wants to have her for his lover

Never claims to be a victim
Never becomes a hero
He’s the kind that just goes from one
To being a zero