. . . misplaced priorities . . . buy a hobo a hamburger instead
Buy a hobo a hamburger... not bad advice
When I lived and worked in Chicago, there was a bum who constantly asked me for money because he was hungry. I knew that anything I gave him would go to drugs or alcohol.
Finally one day I’d had enough. There was a McDonald’s right there so I went in and bought him a trip.
He never bothered me again. :)