Porter Square Flower Lady Hey lady, can I buy that little pink bunch of roses? Gotta wash away that dirty subway piss smell While you're at it, Can you guild them Like the hardened hearts of the faceless thousands Who nod their heads in the break from self-importance Wonder how many people even notice you Trying to feed your family Bringing color to this dreary city Hey lady, can I get a daisy too? Gotta spread any last bit of unfiltered happiness Before they bottle it up and sell it at Shaws For double the price and half the beauty Don't put anything past them anymore And they won't be satisfied until they run every last Free thinking, living, breathing artist from this city From this world And paint it with the corporate stench of grande lattes The gripping reality of a falling economy 'Til no one is self-sufficient anymore Ripping you of your heart and rob you blind Hold you in a sick liminality and trick you into thinking you're free Not you, flower lady, Even in all your struggles You are more free than half these soul-less drones That pass you by and swipe their card without even one smile Not even noticing the beauty you bring to this concrete world I'll see you next week, lady When the flowers die
