The Homeless Crisis (swear word!)

[Mopkins]

Sage, shaman, wise man, wizard, (mmmm supers ssses and zzz's)
the man walks down the centuries (maybe 'this' replacing 'the'????)
burdened by layers of cloth, layers of memory,
layers of grime and shit and earth,
all billowing out around him
like the people around him, (to many arounds around maybe??? 'like the people in his path'????)
billowing out to avoid his stench,
his touch, his gaze. And what stories
are there behind his outstretched hand ('untold' replacing 'there' ?????)
and his downcast eyes and his plea
for the quarters in your pocket?
He keeps his stories. Keeps them hidden,
stowed away in the same place
that God hides his secrets, his loose socks, (super ssses again)
his blueprints and his grand designs,
which are perhaps not so complicated
as we would like to think.


neato liked it lots keep up the tempo ur on to it