SUNDAY MORNING SERMON

A roughed up sermon from the street:

• I'm hungry. I don't need your words, I need food.
• It's raining. There goes my card-board house.
• I good pair of shoes is as good as it gets.
• I'd be glad to work if you'd be decent enough to pay me a fair wage. What would you work for? Are you that much better than me?
• Some days the street isn't that bad. Some days it comes close to making sense. But mostly it's hell.
• The rich boys say I deserve what I get. I say, some day we'll see.