Black Letter Poem by Moxie De Lucky

I'm the third generation
From dismayed population
Vending and peddling is only occupation
I was born after failed abortion
But still i'm a human
My heart is beating with emotion
And i have things in my brain

My purse is clean mopped
And my tonic pockets are drained
Then you are very ashamed
When i call your name from slam hood
Because you are graced by paper shed
And i have nothing i can offer to make a good friend
But only my good heart and loyalty my friend

My billfold is deaf muted
And my night spear very tiny squeezed
There is never a real war between sides of our bed
You don't like my voice and my oval head
Dare you say i'm the creature that makes you sad
But my heart is pure with love flood
And i have a brain that will one day satisfy our need