the blind man mumbles
as he cracks his cane
crisply on the concrete
the cane won't protect him from
the busy mack truck (crack crack)
the fervent cyclist (crack crack)
or even the zealous witness (crack crack
oh hello have you found your lord today?)
it will protect him from
the businessman, walking, dressed and thin
the blind man cracks him on the shin
Oh, pardon me.
(Fuckin' blind bast...) how u doin'
how u doin'
i'd like sum ov
that tasty vanilla latte
the blind man points in dim demand
to the latte in businessman's hand
What? Don't you have
somewhere to be?
wat's rong, sootman?
gotta git home
to the wife & kidz?
(stare stare stare!