"Can you spare some change?"
says rich hobo. Instead, I
spare a kick to groin.

Cement sidewalks are
gay. I would prefer rubber
bands under my feet.

And God said, "Sunday
is a fun-day, get freaky
on da streets". Liar!

Again, Saturday--
Again, the office beckons.
Someone shoot me now.

"Oh no, another
fucking haiku blog? That's gay!"
"Hey, shut the fuck up."