Jerry Said, Fuck Your Deconstruction

I was handing out food on Southside once

And met a homeless man called Jerry.

He told me he had a job interview

Coming up and I said good for him.

. . .

I had a large coffee in my hands and he 

Motioned in its direction haphazardly.

Grew up on that shit, he said.

Used to be those frappuccinos from QT.

. . .

Then that got too sweet so I started going

Full black, and at first it was like lickin’

The butt of a cigarette, but then I loved it

And it saved me, still saves me, I’m a snob.

. . .

I ain’t married to it, though. You know,

If one morning it’s too bitter, like sharp,

I’ll just add in a little of my sugar, a little bit

More of my cream ‘til it tastes good.

. . .

Hell, tomorrow it’ll be somethin’ different.

That’s what’s good about tomorrow is

We get to keep just tryin’ shit out.

Anyway, you get it. Thanks for the burger.

God bless.