You could write a guide to panhandle smooth like glass
Hands jabbing a warning to unseen air voices
You tip closer,spit on the sidewalk
Spasms have checked into your body just like acme has dug
Craters on your homely face and ebony thin body
Walking streets invisible to pimps  police good citicens who rush past
After work to turn on burning lights you float through a sea
Of uncaring stares do they smell the sweat mixed with funk
That tongue kiss your clothes
Under a halo of darkness it would be a good time if a fork
Ever embraced your hand bringing food to the chapped lips
Parched throat if only you could snap away the hard times
Like one doing a magic trick but they won't go away like a fly
Bottom line,life is nothing not even to you