Every single day
I wake up and grub for money
Stand on the corner
Shake my can
“Gimme some money”
“Yo, I’m hungry”
“Gimme gimme gimme”
They call me a slob
Tell me “Get a job”
This IS my job
So give me some money!
Hand me your change
You don’t need it
I’ll buy me some food
Then go and eat it
Give me your coins freely
Don’t make me yoke it
I’ll get a vial of crack
Then I’ll go and smoke it
Pity me
A life ruined by bad chemistry
Some people make more working their 'nicks' on the corner of a busy intersection than they do working a steady job . . . and who knows where that money goes? Interesting write.
Sandy
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Sandy
good write....