Chris the BumA Poem by Jesse N. Wall
There you are.
Sleeping in the bushes behind the cemetery on Santa Monica Boulevard.
Life is hard.
Your refrigerator box needs mending.
Maybe a shave and a hair cut
will mix better signals gotta,
gotta get some booze in the system it's
What's your name?
is of the essence, Chris.
how's your history
what's your story
there's dick to do, we've got all day
i'll buy you shoes.
and by the way i dig your dumpster dance,
the hustle is priceless.
there's that smile!
we've been locking eyes for over a week
here's five dollars.
I don't care what you do with this.
but if you'll tell me why,
i'll make that five a ten
so tell me...
and for eight years now.
well that isn't interesting at all.
why don't you just get a job?
"This is my f*****g job you f*****g c**k sucker!!!"
here's that five take care.
© 2011 Jesse N. Wall
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Last Updated on March 18, 2011
Jesse N. Wall
Los Angeles, CA
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