[ WP ] `` Oh my god , that 's an Adult Human . What should we do ? ``

As I rode my bike down the empty street, 
 I saw a figure of beaten up meat. 
 I averted my eyes, I looked away, 
 But curiosity got me anyway. 
 I came closer with a second take, 
 I had to make sure it was n't fake. 
 Reality with a feeling of regret, 
 There he was, there it sat. 
 Eyes of darkness with hair of grey, 
 a dealing with devils, he surely paid. 
 Fingers of bone, a cloak of black, 
 Holding in his hand, a long brown sack. 
 I passed the being and just kept peddling, 
 To this day it's still unsettling. 
 So let this poem sink in, do n't think twice, 
 Stay off of 6th St. in Austin, is my advice!
