2nd Class Citizen

Insanity eyes look at me from the street,
Your face freezes in the glare of neon,
Try not to look too hard at the brilliance of my face,
You could be blinded by your own imagination,
Try not to stone me with your credit card denials of poverty,
You already wasted me on suburban nightmares
When you exiled me to shadows of lonliness and despair,
And broke me on the wheel of compassion with brass-knuckled dexterity,

If you look around the corner
You might see the disappearing tail of my coat,
You might hear the shuffling of feet in the alley,
The twist of a screw-on cap and the crackling of a paper bag,
Cats jumping out of trashcans,
You might even look into my insanity eyes
As I vanish into the glare of neon obscurity.