WAS UNEMPLOYED, NOW I’M A POET.
STILL BROKE, BUT MEETING BETTER WOMEN.
Out of work.
Money no problem.
No money,
big problem.
When the unemployment ran out,
came up with my theory of
poverty as an agent of change.
Could not afford cigarettes,
so I gave up smoking.
Could not afford the price of a beer,
so I gave up drinking.
Couldn’t pay for gas, so took a bus.
Later. Couldn’t pay bus fare, I walked.
Good exercise. Shoes are wearing thin.
My patience, too.
Money isn’t everything,
just what everything is reduced to.
When I couldn’t afford
Peanut M&Ms, went shoplifting.
A man has to take a stand sometimes.
Might as well take some candy, too.