Sunday, September 18, 2011

Sunday


Dark clouds fill the sky
The heat wraps my skin that is dry
I don't have a fridge
Cold water I need to feed.


Tummy makes a sounds
So hungry it shouts out loud
Looking for cheap foods along the hall.


One hundred twenty three and eighty-eight cents
Remaining cash on the ATM
Cigarettes, corned beef and a pill
One hundred twenty three and thirty-six cents comes my bill.


Three days
Heyday
Will get my backpay
Yeba! I shall say.

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