Meal of the Vagabond

Meal of the Vagabond

He sits down there upon the rocks
In front of gas stations he walks
Pack of cigarettes he withdraws
On the various buds he gnaws

Digging in his pockets, he takes out contents
His wallet, a knife, public transit scents
Where does he want to go, what will he eat
Today he wonders, as he feels the street’s beat

Barely fifteen, with tobacco in lungs
Has stolen a car and fired a gun
Feared by the locals and admired by none
At the end of the day, he is still alone

Hey now, hey now

Here come police lights flashing
Down the street, the officers drive
Far away, a boy had been smashing
Through the window of someone’s life

Glass had rained in, through
A kitchen pane that was broke in
In he crawled with ill intent
But he was reckless and made a mistake

Hey now, hey now

A family scared and frightened
Cowered away, eyes widened
The boy was surprised to find
A married couple and girl of nine

Off he fled away from the scene
Of his randomly targeted deed
He didn’t find what he looked for
He needed money, he needed more

So there he sat upon the rocks
Watching the sirens race down the block
Thinking of where he would go now
Maybe he could find something downtown

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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