Vacuity
There's a bunch of queens
Walking, laughing
Like they own the street
Looking down at a homeless man
Who's finally fallen asleep
After a night in the rain, the cold
And a lot of drinking
I look at them and I look at him
Wondering
What are the things he dreams
He has nothing
Us, everything
I look at them and I look at him
Wondering
Why patience and empathy
Are missing