So I’m walking down the street the other day
To buy the wife some smokes
To the convenience store run by, I believe, Chinese spies
Which, until a couple of years ago, was run by a bunch of people
I didn’t realize were Chinese spies
They left around the time our terrorist was arrested 

But I digress


So there’s this guy sitting on a concrete cylinder

About 3 feet tall and 4 feet in diameter

in the convenience store parking lot

Why it’s there I have no idea

I don’t think the dumpster needs that much protection 

But I digress


So the guy is sitting there, smoking a 53 cent cigar

Drinking a pop

Younger than I, naturally ripped

Wearing shorts

I don’t remember what he looked like

I couldn’t pick him out of a line-up

He was covered with skinart

Barbed wire, crosses and celtic runes,

Burning skulls and leaves of weed

Snakes and snake-eyed dice

An 8-Ball

The Jack of Diamonds, the Queen of Hearts and the Ace of Spades

Calligraphy in fourteen fonts and three languages

Faces of children

A naked lady 

You think I’m digressing now but

He says “Got any spare change?”

And I reply

“No, but I’ll give you fifty bucks for that tattoo”