I think I may be the jerk sometimes. The evidence is piling up.
Recently in Bucktown I was scared and grossed out by a homeless man that approached me... until he offered me a sheet of his poetry for one dollar. So I bought it... then I read it... and it was beautiful. Shame on me.
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There is a tragic beauty to homeless poetry, Sarah. Who among us has never dabbled in Derelect? Personally, I write haikus....
Wandering 'spirit'
The streets are my curse and muse
Do I smell like Pee?
You all owe me $1. Or how about you just let me finish the rest of your Egg McMuffin?
How about sharing his poem.
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