man
nearly everyday on the corner.
sign in hand,
a folding chair,
a backpack
and water.
he's doing well it seems,
well fed
and tanned
new clothes,
wearing Michael Jordan shoes.
it's becoming harder
and harder
to feel sorry for him.
he waves
and smiles as i roll
by his office
on the corner.
his job
of doing nothing
seems to be paying well.
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