Ode to the Street Urchins

Sitting in Weirdo Central Station off by myself near midday

A group of would-be Idle No More protesters came my way

The nearby security guard strapped on the latex gloves, they did see

Someone must have passed out, perhaps one, maybe three

One laments that someone took a bottle from him, he can’t remember what

The thief probably saved him from poisoning his gut

Another wondered aloud if he should go to detox for five or ten days

For him, there undoubtedly have been prior stays

Meanwhile, back and forth the street urchins parade

None of them have ever likely practiced a trade

One of them was carrying a backpack

Peeking out was a cat that was black

The feline climbed out and ran around the floor

While the owner chased it to the door

I move on and spot someone uncontrollably shaking his leg

At least he didn’t approach me for money and beg

When it comes to weirdos and scruffy characters, there is no shortage

In the city built around the corner of Main and Portage