Hey, yo, if Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose,
she is surely down on her luck coming up here,
looking for a handout.
This is not the most generous kind of community.
My landlord doesn’t want me feeding the cats
“because the pigeons might get the wrong idea.”

Still, Freedom looks like she needs a little something.
Thin, ripped, unsteady, weak on her feet,
not hungry for business like the ladies out after midnight
around here, but also looking for company.

I’m not sure what I can offer.
I’m not sure what I can do
to help Freedom out
on this cold dire day.