a hoarse whisper
from the smelly guy
sitting indin-style on the grimy sidewalk
huddled under a stained sleeping bag
a father of three
a schizophrenic
a self-medicator
he hears get a job and bum
several times a day
before sleeping in the Royal Bank ATM room
with empty pockets
i shake my head
sorry man
and i hope that soon
the world can spare some change
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