Walking In Your Ghetto Poem by Cigar Aficionado

I take a stroll every now and then
to stop thinking.
Looking at the trash that does have
to come from some where.
A car drives by nearly hitting me with
a big giant bag from burger queen
I hungrily devour the left overs.
I am pelted with oranges I look on the
bright side I need vitamins to.
Tomorrow I will go to the food bank donate
some plasma so I can come back eat and
do it again we are useful you know.
Their is some one getting arrested it is
brutal blood is every where here they
come I have to leave..