Vittles Poem by Jeremy May
Vittles
Toss, pause, floss.
many more bosses and time clock losses
feet on street search for meat.
poor ol' me can't find one, not one? no not one.
Had a gun. no! no gun. just fun.
fun in the sun? fun on the run son.
could play a fiddle for the viddles
or get vittles for a riddle! ..........
No I'm no good at those....
Friday, January 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: money
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