One Legged Bridge Jumper Breaks Good Leg In Plunge - SNFU

The big boy on the welfare cart

Takes up three quarters of a seat

And the junkie chick hangs on for dear life

She is nervous and somewhat wobbly

She’s got track marks on her arms

They tell all about her past

Will she be here next year?

I ask

She’s suspicious and onto me

Craning to see just what I’m scribbling

The signal cord nearly rips off my head

As she yanks on it with all her strength

She is angry with energy

Everclearly on her way uptown

She is wearing a gawk and frown

Her pencil thin legs clicking together

Like a wind chime in a wind storm

Is this of the norm?

There she goes out the back door my birdlike eye scans the welfare cart for a

new source of inspiration, a point of interest until I reach my final

destination

Just who will be next?

For my character assassination attempt?

Just who will be next?

How about that one legged bridge jumper who broke his good leg in the plunge.

I said, how about that one legged bridge jumper who broke his good leg in the

plunge.

Yeah, he’d make a good character study or his he busy studying about me?

Now I’m the one craning to see if he’s scribbling about me