Tom Foster

Rookie (12-16-59 / Florida)

Singing For My Supper

Poem by Tom Foster

Wadd'ya think the possibilities are
That you could see your way clear
To consider the chance and maybe
Be kind enough to understand
Then I could you could
I mean
I got money comin’ this week
From my mother
Old Aunt what’s her name
And all I need’s a little bread
Some fruit and veggies
Dog food and
Oh yea
How much are those
Foreign beers

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  • knot Available (11/7/2004 12:05:00 AM)

    Way to bum...that's bumming in style!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 6, 2004