Vagabond.
That thing you see alone in the corner
of your favorite coffee shop
sitting like he’s in
an electric chair
hair as kept as a kitchen mop
A drifter
a ship without a rudder
it wasn’t his plan to be wrecked
and dying in the gutter
His smile is unsymmetrical
perfect for spitting chew
and his smell gave evidence
to the importance of using shampoo
What list of requirements
does one hath to expect respect?
clearly you don’t owe him any
and you feel more sorry for his pet
His face is then forgotten
you serve him as a passerby
not giving him another thought
your gaze avoids his eyes
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