My Cardboard Balcony

I only had sixty-two dollars to my name, and I blew it all in one night on one poker game. I went out to the streets and paid my respects to all the people who could afford their mortgages and rent checks. I found a dry spot to camp under the overpass. Cop tried to detain me, but I told him to kiss my ass. I think I'll start a business where the sun doesn't shine, making money in morning while the day is still mine.