Panhandler Fasle
I once saw this man
Who was panhandling
His apparent was gay
Though when you look closer upon him
His clothing was better than yours
He held a sign crying out ...
out of work, homeless and hungry
Yet he wasn't dirty, had lips covered in gravy
He wore Air Jordan shoes shines
Head is clean and shaven
And his 2018 Lexis is behind the hedge
But it's okay his panhandling money to get his auto license
Reach in his pocket and four hundred dollars fell out
Poor panhandler
03/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018
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