Just the other day
On the busy street
You stopped to search your pockets
For some change
When you noticed them following you:
Blind, deaf, mad, homeless,
Out of respect keeping their distance.
You are our king! they shouted
Royal dog keeper!
Chief executioner!
As for your pockets,
There was a hole in each one—
At which they draw close,
Touching you everywhere,
Raising a paper crown to your head.