Dejection.

Feeling dejected today, I drew one of the dejected men who walked by my place today.

I often sit on my front step of my second-floor apartment and draw people going by. There was first one man, and then the other. Walking slouched, head bowed down, but bobbing with the rhythm of the walk like a tired horse. Arms bent at elbows, moving with more energy than needed, as if there was anger inside that had to be let out.

As I said, the first one walked by, and I remarked to myself, "Darn, he'd make a good drawing." Then the second one came, and I was ready. The dog is fictional, put in just for emphasis. One leg is slightly too short (I did this in ink), but I don't think it matters.