The bums stagger by and accost you most of the time
Buddy, can you spare a dime?
Others walk with their heads down
Married to their phones, texting everyone in town
Meandering in all directions, sun or rain
Showing less awareness than those with a white cane
Merchants crowd the already cramped space
With tables full of everything from purses to lace
It’s all on sale, or so they say
Shop elsewhere, half the price you’ll pay
Modesty has gone out of style and no one wishes to repent
Slutwalk has become a daily event
Filling the airwaves with noise the buskers play
How much to make them go away?
Another day in the skywalk amid many a nut
At least no one thrust a knife in my gut