Hey Mr. I'm a hardass from Brooklynnin the Wawa.nStore all you're winter food awaynAll summer long while the idiots play, nand smoke, and drink their wine.nWith a viola and a coat thats made of glass. nYou're freezing fast.nYour arctic hands won't move.nnI start out on a weeknight.nGot money. nEverything is A-alright for me.nHey honey! Nice shoes.nThat's funny. nWant to know me like I know about you?nIf, in fact, you do.nAt the gates of dawn, when the piper plays the tune.nYou'll see it all.nEven my freckled youth.n