Seconds

You think I'm somebody
without a place in society;
just another statistic.
Throw me an orange
and I'll tell you about the time
I walked across the United States.

That's right,
the whole thing, straight.

Stand there for a few minutes
and study us as we converse.
Visualize our situation and
imagine how awful it must be
while I sketch your portrait
on the back of a paper menu.

It’s from a restaurant
I’ve never been to.

Please give me a bowl that’s
filled up to the top.
It’s not what I want to eat,
but it is something.
And afterward, I won’t be full,
but it helps when hunger beckons.

Can’t a guy
just have seconds?