The Business Man

God, it never got easy
But it sure got good when the
Business man came to my adopted neighborhood
There was a bird I named
Frank, a palace, a steeple, and a pile of
Blankets outside of Trinity Cathedral
Every weekday morning he would walk right by
With a three piece suit, new shoes
And a tie and this dead face
Real hate in his eyes in such
A devilish way he would materialize
He was put there to rob from men like me –
From the broken down scoundrels that
Live on the street
So I prepared for his initial attack
I said to myself, "Henry
You gotta watch your own back
You wanna make it outta here alive
You better learn to improvise
" So there we were: one morning at dawn
He appeared at
The church with the cold autumn
Fog, briefcase in hand, walking towards me
So I jumped from my blankets
And sunk my teeth
Right into his ear and ripped it right off
Blood poured down onto his luxury watch
He ran away and I went back to
Sleep, and when the cops arrived, man
I was relieved i said
"Thank god ya'll are here this bastard in a
Business suit just tried to rob me
And you know what? I think he
Might have been the fucking devil"