"Roadblock" by Tess Brock
As soon as you turn the corner, there I am
Tattered clothes, scruffy beard, blood-shot eyes
I’m the 6-foot barrier to your destination
But avoiding me is a skill that you have mastered
Because suddenly the Presidents calling for a chat
You need to hurry by because your wife went into labor
The cure for cancer suddenly popped into your head
And its necessary you jot it down on your six-inch screen
Yet I still stand there holding out my unwashed hand
Trying to make my rough face seem friendlier
With a half smile on my cracked lips
Hoping you’ll find the time to give me a crumpled bill
As soon as you turn the corner, there I am
Tattered clothes, scruffy beard, blood-shot eyes
I’m the 6-foot barrier to your destination
But avoiding me is a skill that you have mastered
Because suddenly the Presidents calling for a chat
You need to hurry by because your wife went into labor
The cure for cancer suddenly popped into your head
And its necessary you jot it down on your six-inch screen
Yet I still stand there holding out my unwashed hand
Trying to make my rough face seem friendlier
With a half smile on my cracked lips
Hoping you’ll find the time to give me a crumpled bill