He’s met here and there
In the alleyways and in the parks.

Bloated beyond parody,
A blank eyed bully,
Glutted on poverty,
Looking at me,
Looking at nothing.

Twice the size it should be,
Silent, ignoble,
Grotesquely regal.

A true survivor, a big white thug.

It’s eating, It’s probably always eating, Everything it can,
It takes food from other birds,
It takes food out of the hands of children,
It eats trash,
and vomit,
and catches fresh crab on the coast.

Maybe it’s been drunk, once or twice.