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Poem called "Worthwhile"

Updated on December 3, 2016
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I’m walking down the street

Where the sun is merely free

And muddy puddles always

Spraying me

And the shops,

their windows have my dreams

But my feet just keep walking

Because, of course, I need some

money

And some old dude looked at me

And did not like what he had seen

But he did not look away

My dignity in tact

Because I wore those shirts, those

pants

Those ties and who cares

If my shoes are not your type

My shoes are not your type?


I’m driving down the street

And I see a woman merely free

She makes me want it all

Money

And I ask her what she needs

She says, “Oh, baby please”

Like I did not have

Quality

But her legs, her walk and her talk

Just makes me want to bark

But the money is all she

Really needs

But I wore those shirts those fake smiles

Still they make me feel like I’m not worth the while

I’m not worth the while?


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