Poor Man’s Wife

Handing out and around poor man put your books away

with no teeth how can you eat today

Lend me just one minute of your toothless smile

step off this street-corner and give me just a minute of your time

I see your street that you call home

If I stand back I can hear the streetcar moan

The steam from the street has left me blind

As I stutter here I’ve been left behind

With the wise words that you preach

your written knowledge and toothless speech

I don’t wanna be a poor man’s wife

but you’ve offered me your brick-house and your life

About Adrienne Gomez

Beat Poet throwback lost in Modern Times
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