Cornbread & Crack Passed out, passed by, passed up, Passed back a while ago. 911-cars driving slow. Wheel-Chaired folks going home. "Going, going, gone!" the auctioneer cries. On the sidewalk, dog-shit lies. Working women cry, "Please move down, For the children's sake." Teen boy wielding oxygen tank. Hardly a single tourist in sight. 3pm & already night. No one’s bright enough to see Themself passing themself on the street.