He approaches, a human pop quiz  He's flayed open, he's just ashes and crumbs  D.C. will do that to you  Empties his life into your hands with one question  Can you help me out?  Do you own his hunger?  Is spare change the right thing?  Half hearted, nervous, scour the pocket for dimes  He cups his hand to form a pouch of sour skin  Direct deposit! scene extinguished!  Still you never know if you answered the question  Did you help him out?  Do you feel uncomfortable?  Maybe you should be