She Might Just Ask You If You Can Spare a Dollar

This poem is up to
no good. She’s a dirty rotten
scoundrel, a mangy mongrel

She’s been on the streets for days
and days without a shower or a

Frankly, she’s got nothing left,
and nothing left to

Nothing ventured,
nothing borrowed,
nothing gained.


Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 18

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