An apt way to describe how I've been feeling lately. Not just broke...stone broke. Stone faced. Stone hearted.
Poverty
And I can't even sell
old clothes too worn
too many times to make
some money off of so that
I can eat, buy soap
this week, sample sushi
on Tuesday with Sam
who's too kind to let me
go without any.
My shaving cream smells
like plastic and all over
I'm worn too often
to make some money
so that I can sleep a little.
Nowhere is serving crusty
bread and dried out eggs
to people my age--it's this
or desperate running.
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