But the Soul Was Wiser

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But the Soul Knew BetterJanet was young and caught a bus away from those quiet Georgia pine treesGot a job workin’ days, in some cockroach café near Hollywood and Vine St.Had one nice dress and on her time off she’d audition as an actressCome home to fading dreams, empty answering machine and a cold thin mattressDark angels stood on her shoulder she almost didn’t shake offOne guy said that’s how it goes, if she’d just take off her clothes her career’d take offJanet’s heart said her soul might be worth the saleBut the soul was wiserAnd she didn’t try itWhen the flesh wants somethingHunger will deny itBut the soul was wiserPaco laced up his tattered shoes in that paint-chipped one room apartmentWhile his fathered passed out, in pools of what once was stout on that threadbare carpetThen he found a game of football down the alley in that ghettoWith bloody blisters on his feet, he played free in the street like it was a concrete meadowThen some trench coat on the corner said there was profit in makin’ night dropsAnd if he snuck a pound, to a building ‘cross town he’d get a pair of hightops Paco’s heart said his soul might be worth the saleBut the soul was wiserAnd He didn’t try itWhen the flesh wants somethingHunger will deny itBut the soul was wiserPity the ones betrayed by money’s kissThey thought this life was all there isBut the soul was wiserThe soul was wiser…©2008 Robert George