For the Love of Money
This side of town lives in evening darkness
The people care not for courtesy, just the green
Any fold of cash would prompt sullen eyes to awaken
As in this case, on that fateful night in late November
He seemed misplaced, not belonging to our area
His shoes were shined, almost new, while a suit he donned
Keeping his left hand in his pocket at all times he made his way
What was he looking for? Seems we’ll never know, now will we?
His body was found in the alley off of 10th and Sloan
All was in tact except for, of course, his wallet, found ten feet away
Identification clearly showed he should not have been here
His residence was the other side of the tracks, nice town
It was found he left behind a wife and two college age kids
Upon interviewing, the wife stated that their anniversary was in a day
There are many places to get hot jewelry around here
In fact I have a few connections of my own that offer discounts
It makes you think, what was it he was wanting, a cheep gift?
Again, we’ll never know, but know this
The wad of cash that now takes residence in my pants pocket
Allows me the pleasure to know I’ll be eating today and perhaps next week
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2009
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