Penny for a poem

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