how much do you pay?

no one really understands the experience that jades logic

and paves an agnostic place to lay and decay in toxic waste

so most carry identity paraphernalia to familiarize with smiles neatly

painted on a robotic face

but not this man

he played the bucket with his hands

and got paid by whatever change

people would drop in his can

twenty-three years ago he was a lawyer by description

but i guess all of a sudden he resigned from that position

but i've never seen the sky quite as clear as his eyes

as his blistered fingers beat down on the plastic

and in a twisted sort of way it all makes sense

while they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic

he sits on the corner of 7th and 1st

and i was thirsty for the answer

to a question anyone would nurse

one day i asked him why he gave up his career

he said

i didn't