“Fuck you!
Feed the Homeless.”
Fuck you!
Feed the homeless.”
I hear the man shouting
as he sits on the concrete steps
holding his cardboard sign
requesting alms
Not a great sales pitch
But completely honest mantra
He was drinking Bud Ice
I don’t have any loose change
I don’t have any food
I don’t even have
a better beer to offer him
I just walk on
blocking out the insults
In 15 minutes I’ll
be quaffing a Narragansett
I’m doing better than him
but really wonder
by how much
“Fuck you!
Feed the homeless.”
I can still hear his mantra
slowly fading
as I turn the corner
Hopefully, someone
will offer him a donut
or a cup of coffee
Maybe later,
if he’s still there
I can be that guy,
I tell myself
to pacify my guilt
“Fuck you!
Feed the homeless.”
The mantra continues
to echo in my ears.
Some of them are there just
Some of them are there just to remind us. It is work to sit out there like that. Ever try it? If only for a beer to numb the pain of the struggle. Oh and then try getting a job without an address. Try setting up camp only to see it all taken away. Try living in a car and being told it is illegal to sleep over night in it. It's a long hard road. Sometimes a person just need a beer.
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Guilt em outta a a burger or a dollar. :D
guilt them into signing their
guilt them into signing their life away
I Used To
Offer to take them to a restaurant, but they wanted the cash for wine or drugs. In Detroit road side solicitors with a sign were takeing in hundreds weekly. Its worth remembering it times turn. slc