a gutterpunk from pedestrian Drag
smoking a cigarette, a large black piercing
deviating his septum, the nexus of his nose
from some suburban subdivision,
(his mama drives a lexus
while he lives his life a deviant)
a misguided miscreant
as I walked by asked me for change
I looked him straight in the eye,
said no, sorry.
He said sorry is a game.
I told him so is payday so get a job.
He sat on the sidewalk asunder
down out, down awning, and down under.
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