The Bum and The Mob Boss
Savaging what he has left
after the mafia takes his last
bowl of soup his last slice of
bread his last cup of coffee
the mob boss then gives the
bum a cigarette and a light
pats him on the shoulder
tells him to keep warm its
cold out here drives off
the mob boss then douubles
back around and ask the bum
for change for the parking
meter the bum reaches in
his pocket with worn finger tips
torn gloves and give the
mob boss his last dime
and says take it that's it
that's all I have the mob boss
scratches his head and says
are you sure this is your
last dime the bum replies
yes I'm sure take it you need
it way more than me now stunod
stumps I’m your new Boss Bum
now do you got any change
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2025
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