Don’t Sit There

(Ever wonder what life is really like for that homeless person walking, walking, walking by you?…)

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Been walking for miles today?
Feet covered in blisters?
Every muscle aching?
Sunburnt to a crisp?

Whatever you do
Don’t sit down
On that bench
That bench belongs to the bus company
Their next driver will call you in

Don’t sit on that chair, either
That’s owned by the coffee company
Gotta buy, buy, buy
Or get
Lost, lost, lost
Believe me
They didn’t want to
See you anyway

Not the edge
Of that homeowner’s lawn

Nor the grassy strip
Nex to the huge
Foul smelling cars:
Belongs to that
Same homeowner

That abandoned business
(All those abandoned businesses)
Where no one ever goes?
Don’t even sit in the doorway
Security guard’ll be right along

The sidewalk itself
Of course
Is a public thoroughfare
If you sit there
You can be arrested

So don’t sit down
Until you walk two more
Miles
To the nearest park

Where some uprighteous passing
Citizen
Will give you the stink eye
For even existing

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