Another Friday night is here The bastard stoops by the Eastern wall Awaiting another hapless loner He listens, watching silently "Patience, patience," he mumbles On his left, the preacherman Dishes the poor man's gospel "Give, give," he croaks As his belt struggles to hold That which he's "received" Further down the road Music blares, the smell of cheap liquor Hand in hand, crazy old men follow the streetwalkers Their hardened loins leading the way The beggar under the bridge looks on, smiling to himself He shivers in the cold watching as the night slowly burns away No one cares for him, Not tonight Forgotten, irrelevant, he is Just like a god, on another Friday night @Khapoya ©Enock Khapoya Friday Night #steps
