Super-Sized Meal Undersized Heart
I often see him panhandling on the main streets.
Ranting at things only he could see.
He once surprised me at McDonald's drive-through.
Banging on my car window, barking incoherently.
I quickly jerked away from his fifty-caliber eyes.
Didn't spare him one dirty dime.
While eating my supersized meal off to the side
I silently justified that he looked too clean to be in need
and that he wore better sneakers than me.
They say angels sometimes crisscross our paths.
Fully disguised, to measure the size of our hearts.
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