urban reflections on charity solicitations. |
We couldn't be scary, coming from urban settings where the wrong words could get you buried. Parents couldn't afford college or a funeral, yet definitely sure "the army" will pay for it for you. Could of been Norman Bates, yet his Felix Unger resemblances... were remembered. What a childhood, had to train to not be your monster. Couldn't be your sponsor, find a soup kitchen. Tired of giving the beer money to you, I should be drinking with. Calculating the panhandlers earning potential, then realizing I'm the one that's overqualified, yet how much is he making? |