The Cardboard Man of My Fair City
Some guys along the freeway exits stand
with cardboard signs that read: Will work for food.
The sympathetic folks reach out and hand
these guys some money if they’re in the mood.
And other poor souls don’t just stand. They live
inside of cardboard shanties that they rig.
Some beg for anything that we might give
and some, too proud to beg, through dumpsters dig.
But there’s one cardboard man dressed like a clown
(who, if he shows his real face, I sure pity),
He waves a sign while jumping up and down
along a busy block of my fair city.
He gets no cash, just strange looks or some yuks.
The sign says: Get our pizza. Just five bucks!
(I know this was supposed to be more serious, but when I
asked hubbie what cardboard man made him think of, he said
that pizza guy on the corner, and I just had to do it this way!!)
For Paula Swanson's Do You Know The Cardboard Man? Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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