Sir or Ma'am,
It's not blood but my sweat that trails the sidewalk of the                
                        boulevard.
Dogs lick it for the salt.
I've given them names but they
       growl.
I wear a watch, a polo, and a prayer.
       I offer a future for you
            to entertain
for the thirteen seconds
      that I exist
at your front door

(that is)

until you slam it in my face.