“the homeless are like the government – we give to them because we are afraid they will invade our home, steal from us, ravage our livelihood…it is as if in creating government we have created a shrine to collect our offerings of fear upon in the hope of appeasing the passions of whatever gods keep these skeletal waifs alive, looking for the next crust or the next cigarette – it is as if we have created our own god of protection against the cold and the hunger we refuse to acknowledge ourselves being equally susceptible to as the ragged junkie on the corner holding a sign.  we all hold that same sign; we all broadcast the same message; we all take turns holding it together: Will Play Along For Food”