Charlie Freak had but one thing to call his own   Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone   Five nights without a bite   No place to lay his head   And if nobody takes him in   He'll soon be dead     On the street he spied my face I heard him hail   In our plot of frozen space he told his tale   Poor man, he showed his hand  So righteous was his need   And me so wise I bought his prize   For chicken feed     Newfound cash soon begs to smash a state of mind   Close inspection fast revealed his favorite kind   Poor kid, he overdid  Embraced the spreading haze   And while he sighed his body died   In fifteen ways     When I heard I grabbed a cab to where he lay   'Round his arm the plastic tag read D.O.A.   Yes Jack, I gave it back  The ring I could not own   Now come my friend I'll take your hand   And lead you home