Untitled ("I am going to get food stamps")
By Jack Joseph Smith
I am going to get food stamps
And is he worth more dead or alive
Keeping the hawks out of the sky
That is enough
pretended to be chickens
At the same painting
of black and white and orange
at noon the sun has left
Find me another holler
where the spriee are short
I keep my electric cord
a secret all the way
from a bulb on the railroad
So I am alone
but I know of where I am
It is not all that bad
There is Singers spring