The batmen came and kicked us while we were already down. They hit us with billy clubs and loosed the dogs on us. We heard their capes spread on the night breeze, heard the jackboots hit the concrete. And we said the batmen are coming, the batmen are here.
Caught glimpse of leather glisten in the night, the batmen came and it’s cut and run, foot to ass. The other day somebody stole and got his ass chased down the street, but every day it’s hand to mouth, what are you gonna do? Lady at a doorway showed me the finger then, smiling sardonically, your time will come boy. Shit hits the fan now, and I never done seen this joker in my life.
I hid behind the bar counter, TV was playing above me. Police chief saying there is no affiliation with the batmen, there can be no affiliation with the batmen, the police does not affiliate with criminals. But I have heard and you have heard, that the one eye is watchful and the other blind, and when the long arm can’t reach, the blind eye is turned on the batmen. And I have heard and you have heard, the blind eye winks upon seeing the batmen.
Over the bridge I sleep were protesters clashing against plastic shields and leather, protesters protesting that they are the new niggers. I got back to my pad and found rounded spikes on it, how do a motherfucker sleep on that?
Us jokers make more than a self-respectable citizen through begging, or so I hear. It’s a turn-around world but it don’t turn for us. Outside the morning freeze is murder. I make my coat tight clutch my papers in the pocket and stay moving. I had said I wasn’t gonna write another poem like this. I made a mistake.
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