Hobo Poem

You wonder why I'm a hobo and sleep in the ditch 
Well it's not because I'm lazy, I just don't want to be rich. 
Now I could be a banker if I wanted to be, 
But the thought of an iron cage is too suggestive to me. 
Now I could be a broker without the slightest excuse, 
But look at 1929 and tell me what's the use. 
- A hobo poem