The Cracked and crazy

The cracked and crazy chain smokers
Haunts the demands for my attention
The tempters rites enabling an escape
As something in me creates a gang
Till the anger needing outlet
Accepts the curtains falling
Streets hawking, working, talking
The gossip kind of habitual jokes
Beggars, touts and hawkers screams
Gaining my respect and admiration
Something in them
My childhood identified with
Something about the courage and strength
The shit that stinks like mine
Hawking commodity or body, working or in plea
With a beggars chant of triumph