they call us beggars
we are the true
untouchables for
all to see we are
the last surviving
frontiers of humanity
we beg at traffic signals
running bravely behind
cars bikers autos and taxis
when the red light comes on
we demand a toll fee we plead
we cajole we cry we imitate
the mother of poverty ,,a few
coins our hope is set free
some old horny old farts
touch us inappropriately
we live we die not for shame
but for money money is our
god with which we pay the cops
the crooked system finally ,,
homeless in the rains under
bus shelters we live happily
