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Beggared And Praying At The Suit
Tomorrow ragged raging man
Shall creep up on a handout
Given by clenched fist
Smiling angry teller of arbitrage fortunes
Who cannot stop himself
From giving some small solace
To ward off the fear of seeing
His other self
That never strived to college
And wound up destitute and begging
Like his stinking assailent
That now cowers above him
He grins shaking
Before the crazy man
And gives bottle money
A dollar fifty from a bulging calfskin wallet
Given to him last Christmas
By his beauty of a drinking wife April
Tomorrow ragged raging man
Gets drunk on his earnings
From the streets
That haven't seen lovemaking and fear
Like this
For a small eternity
Very intriguing poem there, Matt. I always read your poetry with great interest because you write about such unique things, from such a unique perspective. Thanks for sharing. I thought it to be very poetic.