The Business Man

God, it never got easy, but it sure got good when the

Business man came to my adopted neighborhood. there was a

Bird i named frank, a chapel, a steeple, and a pile of

Blankets outside of trinity cathedral. every weekday morning

He would walk right by with a three piece suit, new shoes,

And a tie. and this dead face, real hate in his eyes. in

Such a devilish way he would materialize. he was put there

To rob from men like me – from the broken down scoundrels

That live on the street. so i prepared for his initial

Attack; i said to myself, “henry, you gotta watch your own

Back. you wanna make it outta here alive, you better learn

To improvise.” so there we were: one morning at dawn, he

Appeared at the church with the cold autumn fog, briefcase in

Hand, walking towards me. so i jumped from my blankets and

Sunk my teeth right into his ear and ripped it right off.

Blood poured down onto his luxury watch. he ran away and i

Went back to sleep, and when the cops arrived, man, i was relieved.

I said, “thank god ya'll are here. this bastard in a

Business suit just tried to rob me. and you know what? i

Think he might have been the devil.”