Charity Faking (The Blanket Drive)

There’s an old shabby blanket
Under a spare in my trunk.
That should be good enough
For some worthless, old drunk.

But I’ve seen too many men
Eating food off the pavement,
Too many families
Who couldn’t make the rent.

So not out of pity,
Not out of guilt,
I go to the store
To buy a brand new quilt.

No gift can truly be anonymous
No love comes from charity faking
When you give, someone else receives
And it’s someone else’s bed I’m making.