I poked a man

I went on a train and poked a man
When I turned to him I shook his hand
I then danced around his lazy chair
To my astonish he gave me a glare
I am to think that he is a crook
The way he acts and the way he looks
He cringes when an officer passes
And his face carries gross rashes
He has an odor it is unbearable
He popped his feet up and they look terrible
I don’t usually judge but he looked bad
Like all suicidal, depressed and sad
But then something happened that was odd
He told me his name it was “Todd”
He took his bag and pulled out a bible
Preached to me something unforgettable
I had judged a very good man
I should have known since I took his hand
He became my friend and my role model
Since that day the lord has held me hostile