Panhandler Poem by Lamar Cole

Panhandler



Ortega had gotten tired of the cold Chicago winters.
So he decided to go to Los Angeles.
And he was going to panhandle to make a living.
He had no plans on finding a real job.
He was going to live on the goodwill of other people.
And become a world-class scammer.

Friday, August 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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