D.A. Powell
we were poor
when I lived
with the whore
and the florist
poorest
at the end
of the month
and the tricks
ran out
with the roses
poor so poor
we cd stretch
an egg
or beg
at the ten cent
store
the poor
are with you
always
like the force
in star wars
america’s poor
are taught
to not
think of themselves
as poor
especially
not when
they’re working
and we worked
every night
until four
sucking cock
cutting lines
cutting glads
we weren’t sad
we were poor
we were rich
if you counted
in roaches
