SALES PITCH

 

“Fuck you!

Feed the Homeless.”

 

Fuck you! 

Feed the homeless.”

 

I hear the man shouting

as he sits on the concrete steps

holding his cardboard sign

requesting alms

 

Not a great sales pitch

But completely honest mantra

 

He was drinking Bud Ice

I don’t have any loose change

I don’t have any food

I don’t even have 

a better beer to offer him

 

I just walk on

blocking out the insults

In 15 minutes I’ll

be quaffing a Narragansett

 

I’m doing better than him

but really wonder

by how much

 

“Fuck you!

Feed the homeless.”

 

I can still hear his mantra

slowly fading 

as I turn the corner

 

Hopefully, someone

will offer him a donut

or a cup of coffee

 

Maybe later,

if he’s still there

I can be that guy,

I tell myself

to pacify my guilt

 

“Fuck you!

Feed the homeless.”

 

The mantra continues

to echo in my ears.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written recently while walking down the street in Center City Philly.  After meeting my new friend, I felt compelled to get out my notepad and pen and jot this down while walking to my destination.

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sootyash's picture

Some of them are there just

Some of them are there just to remind us. It is work to sit out there like that. Ever try it? If only for a beer to numb the pain of the struggle. Oh and then try getting a job without an address. Try setting up camp only to see it all taken away. Try living in a car and being told it is illegal to sleep over night in it.  It's a long hard road. Sometimes a person just need a beer.

 

 


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allets's picture

Good Public Relaitons

Guilt em outta a a burger or a dollar. :D


 

 

georgeschaefer's picture

guilt them into signing their

guilt them into signing their life away

allets's picture

I Used To

Offer to take them to a restaurant, but they wanted the cash for wine or drugs. In Detroit road side solicitors with a sign were takeing in hundreds weekly. Its worth remembering it times turn. slc