I Drive A Taxi.

I sat next to a schizophrenic
at the bus stop on Grand.

Ole black man with one leg.
He called me out on my tattoos

and sang
Little red riding hood,
while whistling Dixie to the
crossword puzzle.

His name rang bells
inside of the rest of the
landslide that sent him

on his way.

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