Dressed in the rags of time and places
by Toby Twigg
He signifies in loud incoherent phrases
With bluff and blunder
Talks a storm
Sings as thunder
Scaring tourists and their children
From tame towns that have no Zen
With once dull eyes they come
And see just another homeless Bum
Believing their lives are the ‘only' way
They lie to self wishing they
Could also speak the magic of dirt and dust
And do what the ‘Dust Dancer' must.
(about: The Big City Streets are filled with the ‘Homeless and ‘Dis-possessed...'Ranting, and 'Raging, against a Society, that no longer sees them) .