Thursday, August 29, 2013

Ode to the Skywalk

The bums stagger by and accost you most of the time
Buddy, can you spare a dime?

Others walk with their heads down
Married to their phones, texting everyone in town

Meandering in all directions, sun or rain
Showing less awareness than those with a white cane

Merchants crowd the already cramped space
With tables full of everything from purses to lace

It’s all on sale, or so they say
Shop elsewhere, half the price you’ll pay

Modesty has gone out of style and no one wishes to repent
Slutwalk has become a daily event

Filling the airwaves with noise the buskers play
How much to make them go away?

Another day in the skywalk amid many a nut
At least no one thrust a knife in my gut

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