Miss Fortune

Posted by on April 28, 2011 in Miss Fortune, poem, Poems |

Miss Fortune
Is at my doorstep
again
and this time
she’s carrying 2 bags.

She only stops by
when she needs something.
And that something, this time,
is 400 bucks and
a ride home
after the procedure.

Well Miss Thing
guess what?
You can keep
the keys
and the baby
cuz I’ve gotta
a bike and a job.

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