He approaches, a human pop quiz He's flayed open, he's just ashes and crumbs D.C. will do that to you Empties his life into your hands with one question Can you help me out? Do you own his hunger? Is spare change the right thing? Half hearted, nervous, scour the pocket for dimes He cups his hand to form a pouch of sour skin Direct deposit! scene extinguished! Still you never know if you answered the question Did you help him out? Do you feel uncomfortable? Maybe you should