Late arrival, no
One would think of blaming you
For hesitating so.
Who, setting his hand to knock
At a door so strange as this one,
Might not draw back?
by Dick GallupIt's a putrid kind of day
To be standing on a corner
Counting pigs
But that's where it's at
People going to work
Their faces still asleep
They look porky
Overfed and greedy
A few ...