Dirty Old Man

Dirty old man
Licking his lips by a garbage can
Stain on his shirt, ball-point pen in his hand
Shits in the park
Sleeps in a cardboard box after dark
Laughs as the orphans weep and the stray dogs bark

He could be a president or CEO
He could be a person your mother would know

Dirty old man
Walks into traffic with a sinister plan
Chews gum as he smokes, speaks in tongues that he don't understand
Kicks in the door
Of an upscale convenience store
Steals lottery tickets which he gives to a 10-dollar whore

He could be a bishop or a talk-show host
He could be a prince or cristotle's ghost

Dirty old man
Finds himself in a foreign land
Sells magazines and sings for a rock-n-roll band
Paints the abstract
Refuses to ever repent or retract
Slams the guitar like a warlord on the attack

He could be a model or an androgyne
He could be an avatar of Yi Soon Shin