Kimi looks right back
at the red-eyed beggar prophet,
clothes baked so black and hard you
can't imagine cotton underneath,
railing on Satan's red ass.
Manager a week, she
sits him down hard,
astonished later how light he felt under her touch.
"Emil, you sit here quiet I'll get your fries,
but you bother my customers you got to go,
you got to never come back."
