It's not even three yet
In this neighborhood there is no curfew
And who do I stumble upon
BUT GEORGE

George parks his shopping cart in front of his nest
He does not want dollars for breakfast
Because he cannot eat them

George wants me to **** him in the *** but I say no because
I do not have that kind of kindness to offer
George is from Italy but it is too long a story to tell me
The story of corruption in LA is easier
Perhaps for him to tell but I can't get much of a word in
Because the story does not exist from my telling

George asks me to come back if I want to get laid by him
Later in the week
I tell him that I probably have plans but those plans
Do not exclude
Me sitting cross-legged near him while I listen to stories
Without ******* his ***
Because George is not crazy or drunk or bothersome
He just lives on my block
And but for the GRACE OF GOD George's ***
Would be the loneliest me