They said, I was crazy.
If so, I demand a crown for my head.
For what fun is it, to walk around, without crown upon my head?
The word trickled down.
Academics.
The Hustlers whom Academics confide in on the street.
The Hustlers who confide in me.
Me.
I demand a crown for my head.
So I may stroll up and down the block.
And mock the spot
Where Hustlers and Academics meet.
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Hustlers, Academics, and Me
