I SEE THIS MAN
While out walking I see this manDressed not scruffy , not a down
And out I think
I saw him look in phone box
Looking fore any loose change
Left behind
He came out with a smile
May he'd found 5 pence
Well the penny's mount up
Don't they
Later I saw him in tescows
Queuing up to pay fore the
cheapest loaf on sail
Laiter still , I saw him bend
Down , pick up cigarette end
Look around , pooped in his
Mouth and lit it up
He could not see me
Down and outs
Are not just , winos
Fore I am invisible
No one sees me.
Or just selectively blind.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-12-13 at 23:00
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