Scary bench guy. (80s style rap song/poem)

I was walking down the street, heading back to my house
It was evening time out, the weather was great, no doubt,
When I came across the guy, kinda straggly and craggy
Who was holding on real tight to a plastic baggy.
As far as I could see, there was nothing in it,
Yet he held onto it as if his life depended it.
We didn’t exchange pleasantries, I didn’t even nod
but he stared at me intently, as if I insulted his god
or his mom, or like I had a bomb in my hand,
whatever man, I don’t know you and don’t want your baggie or rubber band.
I just kept on walking, kinda shaking my head
and he mumbled something, but I couldn’t figure out what he said
It doesn’t really matter, it’s not some kinda cosmic event,
that’s just the scary bench guy, no need to get upset.

The scary bench guy
You know you’ve seen him before, don’t lie
The scary bench guy
He’s got a nasty beard and a stink eye.

The scary bench guy
Always wearing the winter hat, no matter the time
The scary bench guy
He’s not really bothering anyone or committing a crime.