Jim and John

Jim and John were walkin'
On the eastern side of town.
They were simple fellas
With not much to weigh them down.

And as they walked they were
Disturbed by a commotion not far away,
The sound was loud and startling
In every kind of way.

People shouted and sirens wailed
Like all hell had busted out.
Jim and John stopped in place
To see what it was about.

"Shit man, that can't be good",
Jim said to John with concern.
"I know that's right, there ain't no way",
John said in return.

They walked a block and turned a
Corner to get a better view,
And what they found in their sight
Was nothin' really new.

A woman dressed in the highest fashion
Stood in tears with a face unsure,
It seems the heiress had been robbed
Of her cozy coat of tiger fur.

But Jim and John shook their heads
As they took in what they had seen.
They said nothing and walked away,
There was no reason to intervene.

"You feed the dogs?"
"I fed the dogs."
"Alright, alright good man."
"Yessir them dogs is fed,
They best eat it while they can."

"Hey, you think there's some sorta
Special smartness-improver thing
That actually exists?"

"Hehe well if it does someone
Best get it to them motorists."

And Jim and John were on their way
Bothered none by the silly crash,
They led two lives of simplicity
With no need for crap or cash.