[ It appears that this poem was lost in my travel pack. ] [ Unfortunately I found it and just HAD to share it with y'all.] I am prophet disguised as a street urchin deluded ex-yuppie poet cruisin' back alleys & lurchin-- gone stupid & I know it in Portland on heroin & apathetically searchin'. The quintessential joke: A raggedy bearded 'n soiled bum begging for the holy smoke, or at least some change for cheap rum-- Always straight fucking broke. I am the stink moochin off of your soul, taking myself to the brink & fillin up this hole in my vein so I don't have to think-- backin it up with a stiff drink. I am ScumChild, running wild & strange, askin' you for more change-- refusing to, Always.