Poetic Panhandler!

By Mike Defendant 

 

With a marker and a sign, trying to come up with a rhyme. 

Gonna make another buck if I don't run out of luck.

Hiding from the cops, until the money finally stops. 

Early in the day, we just want to get away. 

Standing on the street, I'll make enough to eat. 

Spare a little cash, we just ran out of gas. 

Let me get a smoke, Don't ya know I'm broke?

I'm not gonna lie. you're helping me get high.