I had my doors wide open in downtown Toronto
when I had a big old house, at 106 Bedford rd.
Way back in 1971, such was yesteryear's dreams.
Thousands of people have been to my big parties,
just about every night, my fridge was wide open, full house.
Not that I was rich or anything, but that was the cool thing.
I had way too many friends, I stopped counting, loved them all.
All this lasted eight years, I shared my home with whoever.
You don't have to guess, eventually I had to give up everything.
This was very painful friends, not that everyone was abusive
but some started a hierarchy around me which was a pity.
They glued themselves to my home, called me their best friend
some turned out to be the fake buggers, and their entourage,
a cynical lot, they thought of me as a sucker, moochy mooo..
If you are a giver without a cause, this is what happens to you
unless you do not have a place, and only give anonymously
but then I had an address and a reputation... so to speak.
I was terribly bugged, those charmers were big takers
They made me a celebrity, Vensan la Grand, Vince the Prince.
I have had no place of my own since then, do not care for it,
what I mean to say is, if I did I would be the same way...
but no way, I do not wish to be the one to discriminate.
Though in cyberspace I can still share, be open everywhere.
I make no commitments, here and now is all I care.
Hereafter I'll most likely be, I do not even know where.
The only expectation I have, is not to have expectations.
I treasure honesty, morality, integrity and sincerity
I cherish freedom of expression, I stand for liberty
I vouch for anarchy if freedom goes with responsibility
I have spent my youth, I believe in good and pursue truth
I spontaneously share my verse and my art in cyberspace
I belong to no particular space, have no roots, just boots
I shall be globetrotting rest of my days, Earth is my place.