March 20, 2011

POEM by andrew james weatherhead

When I open up my wallet, money goes flying everywhere

Like the loud fart emitted by Jesus on the cross

This blinding release in front of the austere signage of the bodega --

I'm left with no other choice but to bend over and take it

1 comment:

shaun said...

if jesus was gonna fart at me, i'd bend over and take it, too.