Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
My home. Behind dumpster. Live there. Sleep with gravel tearing my cheekbone. Get work sometimes - not enough paycheck to move out. Food, cigs, quart of beer. Money spent. Need to use facility. Some businesses just say "no." Others have restrooms that read: "Customers Only." But money spent. Go back home. Behind dumpster. Doin' my business. White car pulls up. Officer steps out. "Urinating in public." Fifteen dollar fine. Fifteen dollar court costs. Thirty dollars for ******* on my own home... - fr
0
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
Thirty Dollars
My home. Behind dumpster. Live there. Sleep with gravel tearing my cheekbone. Get work sometimes - not enough paycheck to move out. Food, cigs, quart of beer. Money spent. Need to use facility. Some businesses just say "no." Others have restrooms that read: "Customers Only." But money spent. Go back home. Behind dumpster. Doin' my business. White car pulls up. Officer steps out. "Urinating in public." Fifteen dollar fine. Fifteen dollar court costs. Thirty dollars for ******* on my own home... - fr
frank-russell
Written by
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem