My name is Lawrence R. Berger
and I’m a proponent of reverse panhandling.
Would you like some change?
No really, would you?
Not black, but silver from head to toe
I found out recently his name is TRON.
The third one had his legs blown off in Vietnam
and all of them have cups in their hands begging for change.
I’ve lived there for a while now
and I’ve learned it’s really money they are after.
They count on the fact that people will through coins in their cups
as if to say” Go away! Hit the snooze bar! I don’t want your wake up call!”
Like I said I’ve lived in the area for a while now
I’ve gotten to know them and they’ve gotten to know me.
They know as a poet
I don’t have a lot of money and all I could offer them is change.