scraping up change
from
the couch
to get
laundry done

robbing peter
then
paul
and
any other
good natured soul
to
get some
groceries

gave up
my
vices
for
destituion

considering
prostitution
if things
don’t
turn around

begged
the financial institute
for
a stay
of
repossession

things are bad
and
getting worse
daily

the life
of
the poor poet
is
not nearly
as romantic
as history
makes
it seem