• Sama Rose

18. Misfit

A jagged smile pokes out of his pruned lips

He flicks ash off his cigarette

Carries his leash so the council won’t bother him

Dean’s the name

The ignorant or afraid call him a misfit

A drunk and no good

But Dean loves his dog

His girlfriend

And his drink

Maybe too much

He just likes to have a chat

Outside Woolies and through the town

He’ll walk with you and talk

Leaving behind him a trail of ash

A stench of wine

He’s a misfit to many

But to his dog

He’s just Dean

This post is a collaboration for #inktober. Art by LuPea and poem by Sama.