when i come to a corner
and see the same man,
or woman,
or young person,
month after month,
in rain, or the blistering sun,
standing there with a sign
saying God Bless,
veteran, or pregnant,
injured, or six kids at
home, i find a dollar or
two and hand it to them.
sometimes though i don't.
for once
i'd like to see a sign one
day that reads, i'm just lazy,
and tired of working for the man.
this is so much easier
than punching the clock.
nine to five just ain't for me.
give what you can.
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