Suddenly Sick No Money
He does not words utter
Nor heard syllables mutter
But a heartbeat is aflutter
With his sighting a shutter
Of a clinic answering “What’s the Matter”.
That would life save but funds scatter
His honest last savings shatter…
On his head a hammer’s clatter
Of a fever seeking to him batter;
A just consumed bread and butter
Vomited in excited gutter.
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