candyman

Did not see him till I looked back

he watched with niether intrest or indifference

by his left foot he kept  a small sack.

I chocked at the sight of it for it was oddly reminiscent

I did not not its contents but knew it had what I lack.

He watched with niether hate or envy

By my right foot lay my own small sack.

He ignored its exsistance 

for he already knew what was inside

It's contents could not hide 

but I knew there would be no coexistence.