There once was a man

Let’s call him Dan

Who was seen on park benches,

or rummaging through garbage cans.

He would speak to himself

or chat with any random man

would chew on newspapers

And one day he chased after my sedan.

Scared shitless, I picked up pace

He caught up quick, and rolled down ace

“Fancy seeing backflips for a dollar?”

He says witha straight face

Confused outta mind, I say, I do

and flip does he, shaming a kangaroo

With a toothless smile, he stretches out his hand

I fish in my wallet and give him two.

Till date I wonder if two was enough,

Dare I say economy is rough

I will invest and will have petty change

I will be ready for Dan again.