zodiac10 Sep 2005

This is how I read the poem:

I'm walking, then I see a crazy guy, but I'm not some kind of prejudiced who won't even make eye-contact with loonies, but if he asks for money he's a fucking wino, but maybe he isn't maybe he's just crazy, and maybe I'll sit and listen to all his wisdom cause I'm deep like that, and maybe give him money, but maybe I just don't have any on me.

Am I missing anything? Do you not see anything wrong with that?