Charity.

i spent twelve pounds today
getting drunk on white wine
secure in the knowledge i've got my mum
so i'm fine
i work and crap and painfull job
but it pays me in cash
so i know that i'm alright when i go out on the lash
i pass the big issue man
and i give him twenty pence
and i moan to my friends about where my salary went
i didnt go to private school
poor little me
i've got a chip on my shoulder
'cause my education was free
my mum works in Harrods
and my dad's on the dole
but my economic situation
leaves no mark on my soul.
i always have clothing, i never miss meals
i don't need an ipod or a new set of wheels
so what is my problem?
why am i sad?
given the choice
i wouldnt change my mum or my dad
if i say im depressed, if i say that i'm lonely
why do i push away those who make the effort to hold me?
there are many other people, the poor, the tired and the hungry
that help me give myself a gold star for giving to charity.