So I'm broke again.
Empty belly, no haircut or friend.
What is that, that you want? ? ?
I make noise on paper-friend.
Empty belly, no coins-AND!
Onward I go like a spinning top.
Life is one big lot.
Even the dogs run from me.
Can't ask them for a fee.
What is there to do in life.
Crazy kids, home, wife.
They just take the pay.
What's more, I have no say.
A penny for your poem, '[is pay]'.
Then others will just say.
Come back another day.
Where is that penny of pay? ? ? ? ?
Cell phone ringing - bookie HAY! ! ! !
2006 from Scribble Club.com? ? ? ? ?
POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Even the dogs run from me Can't ask them for a fee! --QUOTATION OF THE YEAR!
Hope you don't owe that bookie. Funny yet sad poem. Truth is like that.
A penny for your talent, your selling it too cheap, up the price.
penny........appreciation.....go hand in hand.... its a poem to re-learn what all themes we gotto do with poetry the means...is this...that pays off..! ! ! kudos! ! ! ! ! ! !
Poeting is a talent, passion, love for me. Poeting is a way to express our feelings. So how cud anyone write poems for penny.
a great poem, the lines, 'Even the dogs run from me. Can't ask them for a fee.' are disguised reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write.