For Goods and Services Rendered
Should I wash my hands?
I’ve already tainted this shirt
and the sides of my pants.
Maybe it’s insensitive to say I tainted them;
I merely shook hands
with a man who wasn’t all there.
I mean; at the root of things, he was.
He had an objective — I knew it was there;
He asked me for money.
Wanted to trade a fraction of a foreign bill
for a fiver of my own.
I don’t know the majority of what he said.
I know he was speaking English.
I just couldn’t catch it –
And even if I could,
I don’t know if I would’ve wanted to.
See, it’s bizarre, he didn’t feel threatening
And sure, I’m not really sober
So I didn’t mind the company
walking down the street
nobody would bother me
if we just looked like a couple of loons
but I’m not
or I don’t think I am
There I go, though, at the root of things
I had an objective — I knew it was there;
I wanted a shield.
Maybe I should’ve given him money.
‘For goods and services rendered’