I'd write a poem
For a penny
But I haven't
Written many
That cheaply
Before.
Still, a penny
Is a penny
Said the man
Sitting next to me
With eyes
Upon the floor.
So I wrote a bunch
Of poems
For people
Passing by
And some gave
Me a dime.
By noon I'd
Made five dollars
And maybe
A bit more
I felt rather
Like a whore.
I gave the money
To the man with
Eyes upon
The floor.
It was quickly spent
At the liquor store.
© 2011 by Jacob Anson. All Rights Reserved.
Photograph courtesy of Dan Jay at Thousand Word Photography
