Why I Don'T Give Money To Beggars Poem by Gary Diamond

I'm tight.
But that's not the reason.

Used to live
In Harrow
West London
Always
This Beggar There
sitting outside
the local
Tesco.

I used to give him
A quid every now and again
But
Somehow
One day
In Wembley
I saw him dressed well
Gold chains
Looking like a rapper.

Out with his girlfriend
Discussing
Whether or not
To get
A Taxi.

It turned out
The only beggar
I ever gave money to
was
a fraud.

And he had the nerve
Right there and then
To ask me
If I had
Any spare change.

He was lucky I wasn't drunk.
I would have choked him
And mugged him.
You don't fake something like that
That's just
Low.