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.”