How drunk were you?

Did you ever talk to the man on the street,
huddled by the newspaper machine
asking you to buy them beer?

Of course you have.
We all have.
It's called liberal guilt,

or brotherly love;
how drunk were you?

I did once.
He told me about his pants.
His brother stole them
from a Seahawk.

They were sweat pants.
I didn't ask him his name,
I wouldn't have remembered it.
He wouldn't have remembered mine.

It wasn't an understanding,
it was a quicker pace.