2021.11.06.
Joe Schmoe
Joe SchmoeNeither old geezer nor spring chicken
Stuffs himself at lunch
To forget about supper...
He made his dwelling
In a hole-in-the-wall1
Unconcerned with the hubbub
Coming from the first floor
Joe Schmoe
Doesn't work for a single minute
But gambles without a cent to his name
And spends his life puffing cigars
This Joe never knew danger
Never had an enemy to fear
Nor an opinion to give
Joe Schmoe
Doesn't have any ideals in life
Besides food and a roof over his head
He has his loves as well
And many people who boast in luxury and conceit
Don't enjoy the same happiness
That Joe Schmoe enjoys!
Joe Schmoe
Doesn't work for a single minute
But gambles without a cent to his name
And spends his life puffing cigars
This Joe never knew danger
Never had an enemy to fear
Nor an opinion to give
- 1. literally, a stairwell