Path Ethic

I'll sit in my box, in my cardboard box while I peer out the top as people start walking by. I'm jiggling around because I have too much energy, my heart pumps too fast for it's own good and I can't stay still. I see things fly by me that aren't there because people tell me they aren't there. I care too much, I care too little, I want too much, I take too little. I'm a rabid little man with a bone in his hand that he got from a chicken on the side of the road. I hide in the subway, I wait on a bench. I steal your purse, your coat, your wallet your earrings right out from your ear. All the dirt and the dredge right under my boot, are nothing in comparison to the cobwebs in my brain that won't let the electric impulses flow. I see the bodies of friends waste away from some man who stabbed them for cash, or shot them for vendettas. They go grey or even black and smell like hell. I'm a fetus in the body of a man, a failing revolver in a game of Russian roulette. I'll run after you just to scare you away, I'll stab you just because you tried pepper spray. I don't want to hurt people, but god do they bring it onto themselves with their looks my way, their frivolous nature, their unworthy parts, their paranoia, their unseen avarice, their exposed bits of bone that they sand off despite the pain so while it pokes it will not stab. You see me in shadow, a little man in a big brown coat and cap. A homeless, a vagrant, a vagabond, a wretch, detritus, garbage.
If I had that view you'd all be dead. Devaluation removes the little inhibition that is there for the few things that hold a man back from removing all around him. You ignore your own flaws so you don't kill yourself. You see the flaws of others and use that to feel superior. We're all just spit on a sidewalk... drying up in the sun or freezing in the cold. So less, so lesser, so impatient and malleable.  Many can't see their flaws beneath all the fat and mush they slather onto their bodies, over their eyes, over their chests, slowly building until we are a walking pile of garbage.
I'm a man sitting in a cardboard box making airplane noises and I spit on you.