The junkie adjusted himself on the park bench
rolling himself another joint what a day for it
In the distance a strange foreign man started to approach
he panicked and thought about packing it in
Too late too many little things out on the bench
He arrived using a little broom and horizontal shovel
cleaning up all the trash the junkies had left
The Junkie seemed happy but derranged
The foreigner almost stepped for to punch him in the face
Instead he leaned and whispered put your drugs away
There's a kindergarten over there with little kids
The junkie man's face turned up in outrage
I'm getting out of here then
The foreigner said nothing and went on cleaning
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