Blistered rubber hits the street,
'better that than my feet', he says.as he
sits and begs in the poundland parking bays.
He does alright,it seems that those who don't have much
are an easy touch for the beggars charm
but he means no harm,
he's not dangerous
doesn't make a fuss if you don't 'cough up' and drop
a few pennies in his cup.
He isn't moving on though,I saw him there a
long time ago,he didn't look so bad then
among the mad men,now just a sad man on
his own wearing
cross ply radials on each foot (minimal tread)
not such a nut,
he's walked enough through many rains and in
surfing through the pain of it,now he's had enough of it,
so poundland suits him fine,