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There is a man on the corner
Long filthy nails and hair.

He looks at the sky
He looks at the street
He smiles.

He sees me inside my brand new car
Four screams and a gargoyle by my side.

He looks at the sky
He looks at the traffic jam
He smiles.

My kids are excited because it’s friday
My wife keeps talking about supermarkets.

He looks at the sky
He looks into my eyes
He, slowly, walks away.