drunken stumbler, bloody mumbler
who's that at the door?
hard of luck, this night has sucked--
are you 'del Salvador'?
While much too late to be tempting fate
should I let you in?
or might you cut me, rob me, gut me
free me of my skin
At first glance, I had the chance
to save a solemn soul
Beaten down, in a drunken frown
I merely shut the door
So on his way, with dues to pay--
he buttoned up my shirt
Stay warm tonight; good luck in flight.
Should I have been your Savior?
Mike Shade, 2005