Waitin' in line for that
ol' welfare check, don't own a thing 'cept the shirt on your back
(not a cent to your name, 'till your number comes up) But a cart
full of cans and a couple of cubs--Maybe they're yours, least
that's what she said, They got six hungry mouths, gotta keep 'em
in bread. Gotta scrape, gotta scrounge, 'till your spirit is broke.
Another day from your life. Another stain in your coat.
--From Five Dollar Welfare
Check and Six Kids Who Might Be Mine Homid Bone Gnawer Blues,
Metis Theurge, Elder; Alpha,
Pack of the Hidden Watchers
"Hang on. First, let me dedicate
this pipe bomb. Then, we'll make it look like a candy-gram--the
spirit'll never know what hit him!"
Lupus Ragabash, Fostern
Arguably Austin's most addle-witted
"Sparky! Are you a Bone Gnawer?"
"Sparky! Are you a Good Dog?"
"Sparky! Are you a Get of Fenris?"
"Wait, let me try--Sparky, are you a Black Spiral Dancer?"
"Okay, we kill him now."
"Oh, no no no..."