Citizen Cain
What bothered me the most was the way he approached me his rap was including me in his singsong voice the way he reached for my money
Even though eye offered none the repition of his words his verbs as he deftly made his play YOU ARE ON THE STREET like me you are just LIKE me he began to say eye gave it back to him and before I said SQUAT diddly HE threw up his hand in the vicinity of my face and eye deftly batted his hand away DON'T touch me eye was surprised at my own forcefulness YOU are all threw with me with bothering me the real reason was my own shortcomings eye had just counted all my change my earnings and just simply had none to give away eye felt that eye had none to give to him He wanted money but not to ride the bus HE wanted money to get his beers to get his worthless buzz
